Tulips don't catch tears. Nor do your dead roses. Nor do dead roses hung from ceilings. Nor do cat-mangled-sunflowers. Nor do azaleas. Nor do you.

Wrists catch tears. Old t-shirts catch tears. Throats choke them back. Books catch tears. Necks catch tears. Not yours. Mine. Alone.

It's finally clouded, it can't see...breath.....breath...breath.

Terrible loss.Terrible freedom.
All I do is sleep. Once in a while, I open my mouth and smile. All you see is a smirk. I feel sorry for you.