LORANJul 24, 20191 min readBloomImagine if the flowerNever bloomed because it knewThat it would come to witherIn the days after it grewThe beauty of its beingNot a soul would ever knowYou are very much the sameDo not die before you grow
Imagine if the flowerNever bloomed because it knewThat it would come to witherIn the days after it grewThe beauty of its beingNot a soul would ever knowYou are very much the sameDo not die before you grow
MomentsI don't want to simply "see" the moment I want to be in the moment for far too long I have been an observer trying far too hard to preserve some sense of control the kind of control that eats away you