You Know In A Way I'm A Lot Like The Flower I'm Named After, It Wasn't Intentional I Chose The Name Of A Young Age But Perhaps I Was Predicting Something. Roses Are Such A Fickle Flower, Sharp Along Their Stems Hurting Those Who Don't Know How To Handle Them Properly. They Need Light To Grow And Thrive, They Need Water And Attention In Order To Grow Properly. They Need So So Much And In Exchange They Can Truly Thrive. But I Am So Far Gone From That Now. The Sunlight I Once Had Had Was Much More Pale Than The Original Sun But I Liked It That Way. Her Pale Light Glow Illuminated Me We Both Grew So Much Together. But My Sun Fizzled Out Long Ago As I Wilted Alone. I Wonder If I Will Ever See My Sun Again. I Dearly Hope So. #yearning #venting