फल्लिंग इन लोवे विथ फ्लोवेर्स

Thin veins beneath delicate skin, unveiling like a virgin, the first breath. Life suspended, beautiful in that moment between - becoming and being, living and dying, sleeping and awake.

Roses are beautiful because of their fragile immediacy, their impermanence. The blossoms only last for a moment before they are gone, leaving only a memory in their place. Is memory the same as the past? If I could hold onto every memory, every petal and save it forever, would it be as wonderful as having it only for those few fleeting seconds? which is more precious? I fell in love, over the petals, my own sweet memories the fragrance even long after they are gone.