Tuesday, April 23, 2013

["Collage" will be added later]-
Has flowers, a scene as an "edge of the world", and a Big Yellow Taxi"


"Don't it always seem to grow..." by Alexis Rand


The lonely white flower sighed as she thought over her recently made mistakes.

She remembered the way she yelled at the yellow flower, and the way she told him to grow somewhere else. She was tired of the same flower always being near her. Everyone needs a change of scenery sometimes, right? She wished she had approached it all better. Wished she had told him that she needed to grow somewhere else, calmly.

She told him she promised to come back. Promised to stay alone and see the sights without any other flower. But she didn't keep that promise.

She became tangled up in the stems of other plants. She saw their pretty colors and thought "Wow! They would compliment my beautiful white and yellow petals and I should keep them around." But they were weeds in disguise. And soon, spending time with them made her petals all fall off, and she started to grow as a weed, too.

She saw the yellow flower from time to time while she sprouted her thick, weed-like petals. She had no clue of her transformation, and so she thought nothing bad was coming of her new friends. But the yellow flower could see right through her. And he didn't like it.

When the white flower was fully coated in thick, dark green fibers, she finally realized what had happened to her. She saw how ugly she had become. And she wanted nothing to do with her new "friends" anymore. She returned to the old patch of grass on the edge of the world, but the yellow flower was no where to be seen.

After some searching, she found her yellow friend, still as beautiful and thriving as ever. But he didn't want to be friends with a weed. He wanted his lovely white petaled friend back. He told her that it was he who didnt need her now. He now knew he was beautiful on his own, and he didn't deserve the way the white flower always yelled at him and put him down. And she began to sob.

She cried and cried and regretted ever leaving his side, here on the beautiful edge of the world. She cried so hard that she started to cry away her green blotches, and her white petals came back. She was now better than ever! She knew what she did wrong, and she wanted to make it right.

But it was too late. The yellow flower knew how easily she could turn in to a weed. He saw her as a whole new flower. He couldn't unsee it, couldn't take it back. It was mortifying.

Slowly, with very much time, the yellow flower grew a little bit closer to his white friend.  (Both figuratively and literally). He saw that maybe, in even more time, they could be close again. She really was sorry, he realized.

She wished he would grow closer still, and though it made her ache inside, she waited patiently, as she had never done before. Her yellow friend was worth waiting until the end of time for, because up there on the edge of the world, he waited for her for so long. He deserved to be treated right by the best kind of friend out there, and that's what she would be from now on.

It still ached, waiting, though. And wait she would do for a very long time. Up on the edge of the world, with her roots in the ground, she stayed and sighed and looked into the sky, wondering just what would happen next.