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~ The Last Flowers ~

~ The Last Flowers ~

“The long storms have come and gone, and here I stand drenched in the rains of my own madness, offering you the last remaining flowers of my heart. I am not one of the polished prizes I know. I am scratched; I am scarred. I am stained with a dirt of which I’ll never be cleansed, but I still have some of my soul left and I hope that’s enough, even though I suspect that it’s not. Happiness never seems destined to those who love fully, but still I can’t help but let my eyes lift to those horizons of hope which have haunted me my entire life. Something ineffable inside of me tells me that these flowers have a home somewhere out there before they finally wither away and die. And to that place I shall walk until the final breath of life has left my lungs. To that place I shall walk to see my joy blossom, if only for one fleeting moment in this bittersweet and beautiful life.”

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