6 days ago
“He loves me;
He loves me not.
He loves me;
He loves me not..
He loves me;
He loves me not...
He loves....” It kept going until all the petals were blended in to the wind and ascended to the clouds. She was tired of games, tired of playing, tired of losing, she thought. She wanted a way out and here was a frog by her feet.
Not the kind of frog that’s gonna turn into anything else, assuredly. Just a frog, let’s say your everyday frog.
The frog burped. She continued: “He loves me, he loves me not.” Petals, ascension, clouds, and dissolution.
The frog burped again, wondering whether she was there to hear. She continued: he loves me, he loves me not.
At this point the frog gave up and the flowers in her hair, not caring that they will dissolve into ether, but caring to go with the right intent, vocalized a melody to her ears. Vibrating eardrums with a tone of eternal existence, by the guidance of flowers, welcomed and accompanied the tune into the depths of her heart.
In a vision she saw a shade of light, but not a color. The light was ready to break into its spectrum of colors but the break point was tainted with the petals floating in ether. Some were positively charged, some were negative. One plus to a minus. It was a balanced act but not the kind of balance she desired. Realizing the petals were the game, she took the flowers in her hair and started picking again. However, this time she didn’t throw chances in the air, after all, the petals are for pleasure, and the seeds are forever, she planted them in soil and she went: “I love.
I love.” #delusionalmonk
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