I don’t like feeling tired and discouraged. Even the pinkness is overwhelming me. So many petals, promises in their infinity, calling out to the bees and the breeze, “Pick me, pick me!”
I am the limitation, of course. The sadness rises inside me because I can’t see even one of these floral clouds completely. There is only so much pinkness a girl can take.
Oh wow – so very pretty ! Thank you!