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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I do really think of myself stopping by the white lilies...
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ReplyDeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteI am speaking metaphorically about the white lilies, although they are my favourite flower.
ReplyDeleteI do love when we think of people when we see flowers.