rose petal, thats what i was looking at when i ran into some troublei did not know the trouble was a sign until I met him, rose petals werethe first   warning and i should have known because they smelled like stripes and boxes and ice

rose petals, that was the first sign. some day i will look back and see what i once once was, it makes me happy to think about future instead of past very very subtle. rose, petals, stems, they all remind me of a day that i was free and giving and untouched by danger or heart break or oblivion. some day soon i know i will remember that when i was free and careful i would sit in a park and smell and write and that was a magical time. very deer to