On blooming


I’ve been watching these flowers for a week, and I think I prefer them like this. Big and heavy-headed, tender hearts open to the sky. They look so much redder and more alive than the prim little closed-up things they were. Lived-in. Like they’ve bloomed as far as they can go, and revelled in it.

I will try to remember this the next time I find a new stretch-mark.

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