August 21, 2012

  • Slowly coming down

    Today I went to visit dad. I bought him some purple chrysanthemums. They were beautiful. As as I stared at them. I couldn't help but think. Chrysanthemums will always be chrysanthemums. They'll never be roses. And roses will never be chrysanthemums. Roses will always be more expensive and prestigious. So does it matter how hard chrysanthemums try to be roses? Because at the end of the day they'll all fall down.

    Dad, I wish I could talk to you.