“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
