"Be a wildflower. Simple. Perfectly adaptable. Hard to kill"
In the matter of fact, we all realise that we all die in the end but what makes it different from being killed is just how much you owned your death...
Flowers are the epitome of delicacy, often associated with emotional softness and a sweet personality; carrying the potential of being pricked, used and crushed down by everyone, and yet smiles and rise again with a different name in a different branch... Only to live the same life again until you realise that softness doesn't make you wanted but used...
Wildflower: And then like a phoenix you rise from ashes... You ain't the most beautiful thing... Roses had being touched by many and have shrunk down a thousand more times than you... You, are wild, in midst of some unknown vegetation, covered with mud... You don't shine out like a star but you are worth a search... You colour vantage isn't your beauty, the monochrome flowers have been looking better in the flower pots but you are rare... You bloom once in some long time and shrink down with no notice and there in the world, like madmen, people wait for a glance... You are simple, easily meshed up in the life of simple birth and death, your complex is just that you own your death... You ain't decorate in the doorstep, but in the magazine page, you don't bloom in the garden but amidst the unknown, you aren't cared but all you do is adapt yourself to a greater world of freedom... You are not plucked up to be placed in the perfect braid, you were born to be looked up for, to be put up as a discovery and to rendevous with quite nights and probability of approachable mankind... You are the queen with no crown but definitely an empire... Empire that wanted you, the empire of dignity and owned death...
-❤️Uditi Chakraborty❤️
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Scaffolds To The Unreachable
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