Solitude
Planted by my own hands, there were other seeds sown within the same soil. Through sun, water, and roots you sprouted. The others never blossomed nor emerged from the surface. The fragrance of your life intoxicates those who take the time to inhale. Monochromatic, yet full of dimension and intention of continuous growth. Lonely? Bold? Perhaps there was never supposed to be any blossom but you.
