by @just me

just me

As I walked by a field full of flowers, and smelled every single one of them, I’m reminded that i don’t feel the same about flowers as others do. When I smell flowers, I’m reminded of grief, sadness, tears. Just because I simply have more sad memories with flowers, than happy memories. & that should be okay. Because others may feel cheerful when smelling flowers.

And as I walked into the forest, I realised that maybe I wasn’t supposed to be like everyone else.