day 83

day 4

I never threw out the flowers you gave me two months ago. Everyone must think I'm crazy for thinking dead flowers are beautiful.
The fact that something so alive can peacefully preserve itself is so simple and lovely.

I don't know how I feel today. I had the strength to tell friends who asked about us that we are no longer together. But there is no anger or bitterness in my voice. Just a little sadness, but it makes me feel kept together.

*edit*
I placed one of the dead flowers into a mason jar of water. As I sip jasmine tea alone and attempt to clean my room, I realize that the water has formed tiny air bubbles.

Even once dead, there is still an ounce of gasp for air. Somewhere within my body, this is true.