Feb 22, 2016
FLOWERS. Why is it always flowers that people choose to leave at someone’s grave? Why never thank yous or I’m sorrys or I love yous. Tiny scraps of paper like the lingering memories that make up for the parts of a person you can’t remember. Where do the faint traces of things left unsaid go? Time takes them p r i s o n e r, left to rot like the corpses they were meant for. Your flowers are only a relic of my untimely end. How long do lilies usually last? You, who would leave the most fleeting evidence of life, how can I trust you to write my epitaph… CAN YOUR WORDS DO ME JUSTICE
