FLOWERS ARE PRETTY, FLOWERS LOOK NICE

This was the best day of my life. This would be my first choice, to show you what has become of me. Where I have gone, where I am going.

Who are you? Who am I? I wish I could relay the intangibles. There just isn’t enough time, for either of us. For any of us. I just want that moment; standing on the cliff and thinking you’re on the other side of the ocean. Looking at the flowers, and seeing you there.