I’d like to be a flower of some sort or another.
They seem so unapologetic and calm.
When was the last time a flower apologized
For not being bigger or more colorful?
I waste so much time wondering about things,
(Yes, including the nature of art and pornography).
I get so caught up in the ideas behind life
That I sort of forget to do the living.
That’s why I’d like to be a flower:
They don’t ask why they are red
Or why they exist. They just do,
And they’re perfectly satisfied as the beautiful,
Ephemeral things that they are.
I’d like to be a flower.
Those short things people walk by (or on)
Because the jokes on the busy-bodies who never notice:
Flowers don’t crave our attention, they don’t need us.
We need them. 
(First two pics are mine, the last one I got from this person http://c-feet-c.deviantart.com/; random search on google images).
The name is Joseph. I'm 21 years old and this is my eccentric home for whatever fanciful things flutter through my head. I'm mostly the "thinking" kind of person, so there shouldn't be a shortage of that, but I do have Clinical Depression. I'm going to avoid droning on about my misery, though (who really wants to read that anyway?).
