I had one New Year’s resolution: stare at a flower.
It’s September. Three months left. Three months to find the magic petal, the holy weed, the living thing that keeps me from going full appliance. From waking up one morning and realizing I’m just a blender with skin.
This isn’t about the flower. It’s about proving I can still stop. That I’m not just another zombie chewing through hours until the grave.
You want to know the truth?
The flower doesn’t save you.
The flower just stares back, quiet, smug, like it knows you’re already lost.
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