'Isn't it ironic though?'she utters smiling through the pain. | Silent words

"Isn't it ironic though?"she utters smiling through the pain.


"What?" he inquires shortly as he turns his attention to her.


"How each flower is identified with a specific special meaning but at the end each one of them will wilt so will the meaning behind it."she says as she swallowed the difficult truth which was quite hard to stomach.




"Aren't they much like humans?"she mutters as her teary eyes found his gaze.

"Memories,flowers, humans aren't they all the same. We use flowers as a gift to show our appreciation or emotions until it is useless to please the eye. We take people in our life for granted until they are of no more. We use memories as a leverage to re-encounter the moments we can never turn back. But at the end they are all bound to perish."he utters in wonder.





Strangely enough his words felt comforting in a way. Even though the reality is a hard pill to swallow at the end it will all be meaningless when it perish. There is some sense of relief in the notion of non-existence,it almost feels peaceful.



Isn't that how we all survive? By telling ourselves it is gonna pass anyway. It is not gonna matter. We wish for the disappearance of our grief and sorrow. We seek happiness and pursue light. Surely she also oddly found solace in the mere decay of such things that suffocate her and made it hard to breathe.










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