Lady Of The Night

She loves flowers, dead or alive. She replaced each month's name with flower names including special days. She felt that this was the only way to make the most of her time in this life she calls "the countryside". Unlike flowers, she doesn't depend on other people to water her well, or rather, only sometimes. She only had two flesh-and-blood friends. The others, from root, stem and petals. Her way of communicating is nothing short of charming. I traveled to spend the day with her, to discover the flower she had assigned that day. It was his birthday or rather the day of his birth. The day she spent lying down appreciating her favorite flower that had withered so that it would last, Who knows, until your last day. He never revealed the name to me, the flower and his own.She loves flowers, dead or alive. She replaced each month's name with flower names including special days. She felt that this was the only way to make the most of her time in this life she calls "the countryside". Unlike flowers, she doesn't depend on other people to water her well, or rather, only sometimes. She only had two flesh-and-blood friends. The others, from root, stem and petals. Her way of communicating is nothing short of charming. I traveled to spend the day with her, to discover the flower she had assigned that day. It was his birthday or rather the day of his birth. The day she spent lying down appreciating her favorite flower that had withered so that it would last, Who knows, until your last day. He never revealed the name to me, the flower and his own.She loves flowers, dead or alive. She replaced each month's name with flower names including special days. She felt that this was the only way to make the most of her time in this life she calls "the countryside". Unlike flowers, she doesn't depend on other people to water her well, or rather, only sometimes. She only had two flesh-and-blood friends. The others, from root, stem and petals. Her way of communicating is nothing short of charming. I traveled to spend the day with her, to discover the flower she had assigned that day. It was his birthday or rather the day of his birth. The day she spent lying down appreciating her favorite flower that had withered so that it would last, Who knows, until your last day. He never revealed the name to me, the flower and his own.