Firststoryinyears Stories

What is it to truly live? Is it to merely breath and study the nature of a clock, perhaps to carefully observe every single tick and tock? Why does one glorify fantasies and yet wish to follow the strict road that others have paved over the rich garden that was once innocence? One. Yes only one. And yet maybe, just maybe someone would just so happen to exist within the same century as One and have just enough life in them to shove their arm through society's path and reach out to pluck out a single vibrant rose.