Dandelion Seeds

That's another dandelion, ripe and bearing many white, fluff seeds, plucked out of the garden. It's funny how the flowers grow pedals or blossom with seeds; they make the flower so pretty, but are so easily stripped from the flower leaving it naked and ugly. That's kind of like how I feel. I bring the white dandelion to my lips and blow, scattering the seeds into the air, and I stare at the nude, hideous core. The flower is uncaring of how it looks though; knowing that it's dying in my hands and no longer has a reason to care.

I then direct my eyes to the seeds floating in the air. They just allow the wind to take them where ever it pleases. They don't care. It could take them to the loveliest garden on the face of the earth, or the most disgusting swamp in the deepest marshes and they still wouldn't care. No matter where they land, they know that they are going to add a little more beauty to its new surroundings. They know how to have fun. I wish it was that easy for me. I want to go where ever the wind takes me. Completely free.

One seed comes back and lands on my nose. I wrinkle my nose because it tickles and go cross-eyed as I try to see it. It shifts as another breeze blows by, but it doesn't leave me. Why not? Everyone else has left me. Another gust of wind blows by and the seed takes off, bursting high into the air and vanishing in the silhouette of the sun. I shield my eyes with my hand as I try to follow it with my eyes, but the brightness of the sun wards me off.

I sigh and clutch my shirt over my heart, giving the fabric laced between my fingers a soft tug. Life really is meaningless, isn't it? I draw my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on them, blinking back tears that threaten to spill over.
A shadow quickly falls over me, looming and covering the warm ground beneath me with darkness. I would have assumed it was a cloud but the rest of the earth around me was darkened as well, but it is just one select area. I inhale hard through my nose, sniffing back the fluids that threaten to drip out and look over my shoulder.

He bends over and presents a flower to me. It's a white rose and it's absolutely beautiful. He smiles at me, trying to reassure me that everything is going to be okay. I can't smile back though. He purses his lips and shifts them to the right, making the expression on his face look highly comical, and adding extra humor by moving his mustache a little as his lips move, but I still don't react. He frowns at me, and I turn my head.

I can feel his eyes burning into my back. They feel sad, and he bends over, pressing his lips to my cheek. Perhaps...perhaps you can find something interesting to do while you're alive, my love? Just like how you found that flower. Just like how I found you.

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