Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Stop and smell the roses

As you go through life, remember to stop and smell the roses; realise, one day, your rotting corpse will help them bloom brighter for future generations; then lay down in their midst and take solace in your undeniable immortality.

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  1. I do really think of myself stopping by the white lilies...

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  3. You can choose whichever flower you wish.:) White lilies always remind me of my grandmother; her name was Elizabeth but they called her Lily. And lilies were her favourite flower. And I'm writing this in Miss. Lily's. Sometimes life feels a little too ‘Vanilla Sky’ (caught in a dream) for my liking.

  4. I am speaking metaphorically about the white lilies, although they are my favourite flower.

    I do love when we think of people when we see flowers.