i have bloomed and flowered
a thousand times in this lifetime;
(even when my roots were damaged)
because i let the dying petals fall.
don't water down your uniqueness for anyone. be like a wild flower–passionate and unforgettable.
(grow in places they never expected)
and if you're not ready to bloom for them;
(to show them who you really are)
then bloom for yourself.
bloom internally.
bloom so much that buds fall from your bones and earth breaks beneath your feet.
and the bravest part of the endless sorrow is to walk trough it.
because only here, will the roses bloom.
