I must have flowers, always, and always.
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other, who think the same thoughts without need of speech.
It’s difficult to hear your own voice when there are so many others talking, telling you what to believe in, who you should and shouldn’t be. You’re fat. Fat is ugly. Skinny is ugly. No, everyone is beautiful in their own way. No, beauty is an absurd concept. Pray to God. Don’t pray to God. Who’s God? Don’t believe in anything. No, believe in everything. Homosexuality isn’t right, because the bible says so. No, biology says so. It looks weird. It’s actually cute. Whiten your skin. No, tan is better. Don’t fall in love yet. You’re still young. No, fall in love now before it’s too late. Grab the chance. No, let it slip by. Don’t do this. Don’t do that, either. It’s okay. Do that. Here. There. Now. Later. Right. Wrong. Stop. Go. See? The world is too noisy. Everyone has an opinion on everything. At some point, you just have to close your ears and focus on the sound of your own voice. Be selfish. Strive to do things as you desire. Drown out everyone else’s expectations. Only you know what’s best for yourself, after all.