flowers are,
for congratulations,
for funerals,
for openings,
for well wishes,
for idols,
for altars,
for graves,
for loved ones,
for special occasions,
to cheer someone up
for the simplest reasons...
but really,
they are meant to be wild, blossoming and dying, as the seasons change.
flowers are also,
for farewells.


dramatic closures are actually very hard to achieve.
and I feel that it has more to do with being able to end with the simplest of touches.
and it really felt that way.
I always ask myself, how to end a play. and thankfully, I always knew.
In between there could be a huge mess. but it will still come to an end.
maybe it is just that simple stroke.
That stroke that invites a million possibilities.
And finally, someone narrows it down for you, and there you have it;
one answer or interpretation out of other possibilities.
It's almost pleasurable to witness the unfolding of that masterstroke.
simply because I didn't expect it to be the end until it happens.

and really, you cannot anticipate the circumstances leading to the final stroke.
You just must believe it is time. and it just happens.
Yes. It's almost like the approach of a rollercoaster car approaching the top, anticipating...
and then boom! it goes to a new bottom. It can be so quick and so slow; both the highs and lows;
and the transition.
It is almost cruel to inflict that same conditions on yourself and apply (subconsciously) the masterstroke.
But somehow, dramatic closures are so necessary.
Just remember.
any more...and it will be like drawing legs to snakes.
dramatic closure happens because it happens.

and i'm alive again!