Most days I feel like this flower. Like I started with all
the potential in the world and suddenly I've lost my head and the potential in me is dying. I'm a dead little flower in a big brilliant garden. And from where my head is on the ground I can't see any other struggling flowers, so I swear that I'm the only one.
And then... Maybe I'm not a flower at all. Maybe I'm just a dandelion playing pretend.