Not in one eternal, but for always at least one.

It's still Blah outside, it's still affecting my mood (also the not talking to people, but that's been my fault lately), and therefore I shall talk about flowers instead of about my blah life (and the homework, the tests, and the lack of talking to people). Because flowers are bright and pretty and they cheer people up. Completely fictional blurb, of course.

***

I think I understand it now. Why you told me about flowers.

Not that you meant forever, for perhaps there will be a day in which no flowers bloom. Winters prolonged by catastrophes, droughts, floods, human carelessness all of those can kill anything as delicate an act of nature as a flower. Love, perhaps, is the same way. In the end though, it's what appears the most fragile that ends up surviving.

I walk through the desert now, as barren a world as I'm ever likely to see in my lifetime, but from a lone oasis, I pluck this flower I've found and carry it with me. For love is alive. Doomed yes, but alive.

So love, let me tell you this and return a promise that you gave me, as long as there is a flower that blooms, I shall love you.

***

Edit: There's an a cappella concert happening this Saturday evening. Lincoln Theater audtiorim, $5 for admission, and it's pretty much all of the U of I a cappella singning groups. I think it starts around 8:00. Dagas is going regardless, but she wonders if others in the Chambana area might like to come along.

Over and out.