Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it.

There is no light in Kaso.

No hope.

Just starvation.

Victims.

Dying people.

The flowers won’t find us here.

(Based off of my War of Survival book)...

We are born in the darkness,

The remnants of fallen stardust,

Darkness is the mother in which we can trust,

That no matter how many tears we shed, we know we will not rust.

Sitting in the shadows our heart ablaze,

Lighting up the nights in endless ways,

Through pain and pleasure we rise with unbelievable grace,

As the hard and soft must both be embraced.

Reflected impossibilities of the light i...

Wherever there’s light,

The flowers always find it,

In the darkest place.

Uproot them like weeds,

Shovel dirt on them in vain,

They will still find hope.

Drown them in blackness,

Attempt to cover their shine,

They strive for the sun.

You will always fail.

Because wherever there’s light,

Flowers will find it....

Wherever there is light

The flowers will find it

The flowers om my hair

Bloom when their is light

When I am good and happy

But when the betryal came

I gave up

My flowers had no light

They wilted

Cause I gave up

When the flower across of me

Gave up sooner

When their was no light to them

I tired to be their light

Their way through

I tired to save them

But the light was gone in them

...

How to find roses in the wild:

1. Never expect to find them

2. They flourish in the soft rays of the sun

3. Be wary of the creatures that pay with their petals

Never expect to find roses

When daisies and pansies

Sway in the fields.

Roses flourish in the sun’s rays,

In the golden glow

Of warmth and glee.

Be wary of those who pay

With the petals of roses,

For they bite like thorns....

The weight on my shoulders,

Pushing me down,

Down into the darkness,

Further and further,

Into the cold ground.

The darkness has consumed me,

The weight now burying me,

I’m suffocating in the dirt.

I shout, but no one can hear,

Do I try to shout again or give in to my hurt?

I hear the weather reflect my emotions,

Pouring down on the ground that lays on me,

The storm loud,

I felt proud,

I had fough...

“22nd day of rain with no break, how’s a man suppose to farm like this.” Everett sat at his table in his new to him small shack he inherited from his grandfather.

After 15 years working as a CPA for a large legal firm Everett had made the leap from desk jockey to amateur farmer and right about now he was regretting every bit of that decision. He had just planted organic parsnips a month ago but h...

No matter what is the meaning of this

No matter what I will always persist

No matter what I have tried to do

Nothing I do matters because it’s all YOU

No matter what I’ve ever said

No matter what I’ve ever thought

None of that matters when I remember what you taught.

No matter if I’m right

No matter if I’m wrong

None of it matters now because YOU already won.

No matter what mistakes I’ve...

_TW: terror threat _

_Wherever there is light, the flowers will find it_” 

That’s what my father used to say about my mother. Like many mums, she had a way of casting her own quiet shine onto situations, somehow making even the worst days feel okay again.

My parents met during the 2000s, both serving in Afghanistan. She was a medic, fiercely capable and calm under pressure, and he was a mid-level ...

Wherever there is light the flowers will find it. Of all the species to survive, Connie never would’ve guessed dandelions. Somehow they were immune to the poison. Connie doesn’t know how or why. Her parents didn’t know when they were alive, even M3, a robot, can’t figure it out.

The clouded sky and thick air suffocated trees, grass, and shrubs (if the toxins didn’t get to them first.) However, ...