PEACHY FLOWER AND HER POND
It was so sad.
The flower was ready to protect the rabbit from anything that came to harm him with her life.
The flower did not know.
The rabbit was only a container.
The container of a sticky and messy group of black thread.
Inside his outer shell as a rabbit, there was no organ inside his body, but the black thread.
The rabbit was eating the flower’s soul to be able to stay alive.
He never had a soul.
He only sat still, chewing the flower’s soul.
Like it was his yummy, favourite kind of grass.
he chewed, in order to be able to breathe, but not to live.
But the flower tries so hard…
One day, the sticky and messy black thread grew inside the flower’s soul.
Then, She became the container too.
And her soul had become something else.
‘Something’ the chewy rabbit can own too.
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they both plant a black rose.
It’s obvious that the essence of the black rose came from the sticky, messy black thread.
Somehow, it looked less sticky, less messy, and less black.
From distance — It looked beautiful, strong, and powerful.
But by looking carefully,
it looked quite dry and stiff.
By looking carefully,
It is not a lifeform, but only a shell.
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I was born from that black rose shell.
I had been so drained.
So I had been looking for waters.
I journeyed for waters, to water the black rose shell.
Sometimes with Tsunami,
Sometimes with Ocean,
Sometimes with River,
Sometimes with Pond.
I water and water.
One day, I saw that the black rose shell grew a soft, living peachy petal.
That peachy petal had grown into a flower.
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The peachy flower cuts herself from the black rose shell.
She now lives in a pond of her waters.
The peachy flower is life, by herself.
She is so proud of the waters she has corrected.
From Tsunami, Ocean, River, to Pond.
She realizes the waters are pieces of herself.
She was the rabbit,
she was the flower,
and she is now the flower again.
Peachy flower.
With life.
I am happy.
