Wildflower's Writing Storage

[wildflower.]

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Please do not post here unless you're me, thank you!


Writing; 6

[wildflower.]

Thank you, mother
Thank you, father
Thank you
Bless my heart
Recognize my kindness
And shall you be rewarded
Thank you.

[wildflower.]

What's it mean
To be someone..
Someone like you?
If allowed let me..
To saunter as your persona
For a slight duration
What would I discern?

[wildflower.]

There were foxes.. in a small village. Some moribund and roaming the milieu aloft. No one would have even imagined..

Or acknowledged how much you've missed. Gaze around... Fixate your optics on the tilted flowers nearby. Examine your petite glass windows. Observe the gracefully moving wads of soft cotton that loom above you.

Rethink everything.. like you never have before.

Watch what foxes do. Eyeing their prey before they take the initiative to strike. Watching their pelt move within each heartbeat.

[wildflower.]

If they ask you to watch, don't.
If they want you to listen, don't
If they want you to perform, don't.
It's all about how it shall effect them and you.
Might it be too powerful to understand.
You may, they won't.
Choices are.. such powerful beings.
..Because you can never take them back.
Hurry, take notes.
Words and choices are the very things you could wish you could take back.
They're like a small torture
Because they always taunt you when you say "I wish I could take that back."
And the answer will always be "No."

[wildflower.]

You step out of your domain.
It's not alike.
Not one bit.
You're family has moved on- just a small bit.
They still care. We won't bother, sometimes.

Feel sad? We'll stride right past you.
Make a scene, we'll just get out our digital devices and observe.
We'll snicker, be shocked.
We'll tell others
We'll publish
Make companions, you'll have optimism.
It's an experience in which the lesson is;
We don't care.

Feelings mean so little to so many in the world.
Some try to cease it.
It usually bungles, most disdain,
There's more than one moral;
Become tough or face the consequences.
It's harsh out there.
Some places, it's facile.
It's ideal to adapt.

[wildflower.]

The birds soar so aloft
Feathers.. feathers spread like kindness. Feathers bring kindness.
Light brings flowers.
Flowers bring herbivores.
Rain brings trees.
Grass brings rabbits.
Rabbits bring carnivores.
Carnivores bring diversity within everything.
The meadow is born.

Now..
Twist my words;
and a loving community is born.