You wait all year for flowers to bloom,
praising them, watering them, showering them with love.
And then the flowers appear.
You think they are the most beautiful thing you've ever seen,
but then they wilt again and fall off.
And you pick up after it and do it all over again.
It sounds tedious to me; it's just a flower after all.
Although I have never had a flower before.
I only heard this from a too eager human,
who was shortly mauled after getting too close with an animal?
I suppose it was like he said.
He nurtured the experiment and showered it with love and attention.
Instead of gratitude, it disappointed him when it showed it's true nature
and then that experiment was culled, wilted, like the flower.
Everything disappoints you in the end.
That's what I thought for a long time.
The flower was that analogy.
Although, if I were to compare the flower to Darcy...
Then will this friendship disappoint me?
She is human, after all.
What about Scrappy?
Will they still want to be friends with one of the most powerful experiments..?
What if I hurt them?
...
I'm not sure what analogy I should use.
To look on the brighter side and be let down would be catastrophic.
Would I be able to lift myself up again?
Or would I just fall into a pit of despair?
Who knows.
I still have enough will to keep fighting for a better world.
I know it's hard to achieve, but I want to be the flower who blooms.
But not just once in a while.
I want to bloom all the time.