Stop and smell the...__________roses
.
Time to..
Its time to..
Its time to stop.
Had
been humming a melancholic tune of my own coursing the path of life,
downhill mostly. Its already past time. I should have stopped already.
I forgot how the rain feels. Cold or calm.
The soothing wind on my face almost forgotten as well. Agile and naughty.
The smell of the roses, an unknown memory . Playful and sensuous
I
need a time out. Just to stop and just stare. And maybe dream. Maybe
smell. Maybe feel. Perhaps to taste the sweet lies of life.
And for once not to think about things. How they might be.
And how they might not.
So is anyone coming with me..as I stop to smell the roses again..
Later.
.
