Pressed


There were moments in our life where we wanted to play God,
And we pressed flowers into books
Preserving, making the mortal immortal
Only to feel powerful in a world
That continued to take us apart,
One petal at a time.

Advertisements

4 thoughts on “Pressed

  1. A long time ago I pressed a rose… yes to imortalise the moment the feeling the reason. Apparently upon seeing it a couple of weeks later it appeared that a little caterpillar pressed along with it had rendered my arrogance to naught.

    • That’s just it, though. The world, life always has a way of showing us how our decisions affect others, or simply the true meaning of feeling invincible over things that are weaker than us, like that caterpillar.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s