Quite fitting, the damp scent of Eucalyptus, Lilac, rain and Gorecki's 3rd Symphony. That's how I feel. Beautiful. Delicate. Fragile.
Oh how I feel fragile.
I'm not too certain of the future, only of my dreams. I'm waiting for the storm to come batter my petals and leave me weak to fall to the ground.
But for now the hush of a gentle drizzle.
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