THE LAST FLOWER
Life can be compared to so many different things... I found that out over the last few days. I was standing outside under our carport after it had been raining all night, staring at the flowers on a vine that was all the way there yesterday. All of the petals were on the ground, but one flower remained(your probably thinking this is about the last flower and how you are supposed to endure what life gives you and make the best of it, well it’s not). I lost one of my friends not too long ago everyone was devistated, but we got through it, maybe not together but we did.
The last flower to me represented someone who was lucky… just dumb luck. What really caught my attention was all the other flowers that had not survived the beating they were forced to endure. (over dramatized yes, maybe. I’m getting the point across). Sometimes you just have to accpet life as it gives it’s self to you. Everything happens for a reason. The result of this reason maybe good or bad, it still happened though. Death is something else life has to offer… take it, everyone dies... they need to that can mean different things to different people. I’m telling you it is best to accpet it.
Death is only the begging, people reffer back to religon to determine what will happen to you; reencarnation, heven, hell, and supreme accetance to something. I prefeably think of renecarnation as what will happen to me.


THE LEAVING
I know the feeling of someone you love leaving you… so many things combined! The only thing you can think about is that person and the memories you had. It starts as a pain, something small in the depth of your heart. You feel it grow into a giant pulsing,hurting,crying monster that takes over everything; you can feel it reach it’s way to your arms then to your finger tips… memories pour in, flood your mind and it hurts!
BUT!…the worst is over… they can’t call you and leave you again, can’t kiss you, can’t lie you you or hurt you again… the worst is over. You can have someone else make new memories and promisses, and you are just one step closer to finding the one that you love.



  THE COLOURS:
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My mother has flowers every where in our yard and all are very beautiful. Some people pretend to be someone they are not… I like to tell the JUST BE YOUR SELF. Be a flower, the true you. Let all of you colours show. It is what make s you, you!