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He wants to say I love you

August 27th, 2015, posted in BoYs, GiRLs, LoVE
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GoodNight by Flower

January 14th, 2012, posted in Ink On PAPER, Scarface'S DIARY, STORiES
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I read that some place…
And felt is worth to be share….
so do read it….

goOdnight flower

Good night, the words I dread more than goodbye. I do not want to sleep. For me, it’s a waste of time, an excuse for slight moment of freedom from a caged life. Though tonight I wanted to sleep, it finally gave up from visiting my subconscious. So I lay in bed thinking of a story about a precious flower I once saw.
The flower has delicate petals but bloomed in a very fastidious environment. The gardener makes sure that his precious flower only gets the best fertilizer available and the soil is at its finest condition. Only a few chosen flowers can come near her, only the ones exquisite enough for the gardener. The flower felt locked and enraged but showed grace as a favor for the gardener who nurtured her. The flower wanted to test new soil. She wanted to grow with the rest of the normal flowers. She felt left out, confused and uncomfortable.
The flower is vulnerable. Her stalk is weak. Her petals are so soft. She might not survive the life in a commoner’s park but she wanted to try. She wanted to feel the pain of having a petal plucked knowing that the farmer would not be there to mend her. She longed for the uncalculated sunlight knowing that it might be too much for her to bear. She struggled to show the normal flowers that she is not different knowing that they will always look at her like a fragile flower living behind a grand gardener.
Whenever I look at that flower, I want to touch her and tell her that life is beautiful. I want to convince her that she is the gardener’s only constant treasure. I want to tell her that she is not weak, she is strong to take risks and stand up for what she really wants. I want to make her believe that good flowers would not judge her from where she was planted but upon where her scent reaches.
The flower says good night.
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