by Briisme

I once read that if someone had a flower for every time I made them laugh or smile, they would have a garden to walk in forever. These words, yet simple, had a sweet essence engraved in the silent spaces. Though if thought deeper through, what about every time I made them cry or frown. Do those flowers wilt? Will the garden shrink? How long is forever really? Sometimes it seems that my own mind can be my worst enemy. I think my thoughts, and those thoughts will get the best of me. They cause insecurities and doubt. As for a flower, it can take time to sprout, grow, and bloom. It may keep its glorious luster for quite some time, but eventually become tarnished and fall. These flowers are like my thoughts. My thoughts are like a flower.

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