The Gardener
@grenadineAuspex
Perrenial Flowers Yet To Bloom Topiary Services Inquire Within (CR. calicorpi0)
Perennial By A Different Title That One Feels New
So it is you.
Looking through your posts, it seems like... from your perspective, we haven't connected yet. Every gift has its quiet tragedy, I suppose. Still, you did seem to know quite a bit about me when we first managed to communicate. Maybe this is why.
You Are The One I See One Of Her So Many Are Similar Our Paths Have Never Crossed Sometimes I Think You Fable
You as well, my Gardener, but for different reasons. I wish I could speak more plainly, but I think my role in this is as a guide. When you meet her eyes, don't look away. Speak in the language of flowers. She'll understand.
I miss you.
(( aurgh wait I'm suddenly wondering if I want to retcon this and have them more synced up ))
That Is For The Best Confronting Past My Dreams Is Difficult I Understand I Will Try
(( yeah fuck maybe i want this to be their first time communicating from roses perspective too.......... yes ok wait are you good retconning this thread
Tonight Is A Good Night Only One Job To Do
Far Too Many Familiar Faces I Must Focus On My Topiaries
m1LADY mARYAM-SAN, 1T WOULD BE AN HONOR TO HAVE YOU GRACE THE wOODS W1TH YOUR PRESENCE ONCE AGA1N, - n1TRAM-DONO
If Only I Could Serve A Purpose To Them Or Your People I Am Just A Gardener
D —> Madam D —> Might I request an aforementioned topiary from you
:O)
So Vague And So Meaningless
I wish mo+re tro+lls were direct but in a tactful way.
So+ wo+uld I tho+ught the iro+ny being me jo+y.
What An Interesting Turn Of Events
Woah.
Oh?
Oh That would be What was her title Shepherd Constern
Hate Takes A Reprieve Likes Are In Your Future
I Used To Mistake Her Gaze She Would Look At Me With Such Affection As If I Had Known Her Forever And I Would Look At Her The Same But She Was Never Looking At Me Always Through Me At Someone Else
Sometimes I Fear Posting So Many Overwhelming Things Too Many I Want It To Stay Distant I Am Not Ready
What Was I Saying Right I Need New Shears These Ones Are Dull Now
♯imnogardener but ♯whetstones have helped in ♯holding onto the ♯pair that i have for ♯severalsweeps
Dull blades dull mind.
I Would Indulge More Back Then Allow Myself To Hope How Strange It Is To Be Anything At All
I Saw Brilliant Lights This Time Dancing It Made Me Want To Try The Client Looks At Me Like Im A Fool
Once She Looked Back At Me Through Me I Know She Didnt See Me I Wish I Could Remember Her Eyes
I cannot help but feel you're getting close To something - to connection? Recognition? I know she too had visions, just like you I must admit my curiosity A selfish urge to know what she had seen To know if you two... Well, I've said too much You should find this all out for yourself And me also please
Am I a perfect stranger in your mind Or have you figured my identity
Then don't Focus on your task I am but a curious spectre
So Many Clients Still It Will Be A Very Very Very Long Night
It Is Never The Correct Shade Too Dark Too Light I Must Have Grown Thousands By Now
I see.
M9re stuff a69ut th9usands. Is there a th9usand 9f 9ther things t99?
you mustnt givve up hope miss gardener keep trying and keep your chin up those delicate buds and tender stems quite your careful phalanges
Thousands Of Perennials Grown in Rows Each One Wrong Each One An Excuse There Will Be Thousands More
I am n9t sure what t9 make 9f this. Quite cryptic y9u're 6eing here.
An endless task neverending in what it asks o+f yo+u tho+ugh no+t at all po+intless.
Naturally, my dear sweet ancesto+r.
A Difficult Thing To See Some Of Them Are Where The Flower Wilts Where She Is Impaled By Her Own Thorns The Only Consolation Is That Red I Wish I Could Capture It And Grow It In My Garden
Do+es it bring yo+u co+mfo+rt to+ kno+w that in so+me wo+rld so+me versio+n o+f yo+urself gets to+ wilt beside her? I've been to+ld the shade and beauty is preserved even when wilted.
Yo+u and I are phanto+ms o+f what o+nce was tho+ugh will be again. Fo+r me yo+ur visio+ns and tapestry have already been made manifest. And yet we remain. Isn't that a twisted fo+rm o+f beautiful?
It Is In A Way Its Difficult To Take Comfort In Such Certain Things I Am Used To The Uncertain But It Is Nice To Hear From My Blood
The feeling is mutual.
If I Could Pick And Choose I Would Pick The Glimpse Where She Wears That Lipstick The Color Of My Blood I Will Never Know Why Does She See Me Too?
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(Damn we got a professional yearner)< (I need to take notes)<
I Like To Ensure My Personal Garden Is Pristine Not A Single Branch Out Of Place Or Else It Ruins The Entire Thing