“Adek, am I still a sunflower?”

“…No. More like Sakura. How ‘bout me, kak? Am I still a lotus?”

“Yeah, unbloomed, pale blue. But you’re like, surrounded in mud.”

It was our own covert language, just for me and her;

Our lives defined by the beauty of flowers. 

She was aflame with passion from a new lover; 

I was surrounded by wolves masquerading as sheep.

We bloom and we wilt as the moon waxes and wanes;

And perhaps the shade of our spirit changes too;

Yet, we will always be connected;

By flowers and blood. 

Written by Jason Nataniel