Thoughts of confusion

In the rain, this plant particularly being in the rain having much to think. It bears two flowers with rare beauty. It was previously told that the flowers should be cut off and thrown away by the gardener. It was also given a choice to decide one flower to be cut off. When the time comes, he has to choose either one or else it will lose both of them. Under the rain, it thinks hard, also crying in pain from within, for it is so confused. How is it that he can make a choice or even help maintain this two flowers?

As the warm rain pours, it feels like loneliness just creeps by. Which is the flower for it? Probably confused too which one should be the one stay with it and which one to be cut off? Sometimes it takes more than brains to think it out.

Car passes by so quickly, showing how time flies. Caught up with everyday work is something just getting more and more boring and meaningless. An ant working whole life building its nest. I cant think or even wonder how it survive just to live?

Now that it is gone, what's gonna happen? How is life going to be? Who am I months from now? Twisted with wondering minds, I think it's just pointless thinking on. A forked road, in front, the road not taken? Is it a road full of changes? full of risk? full of unexpectation. on the other road which is totally mess up, closed down. Flying way from here, its a point at a high building with just one option. u guess it ? JUMP?

Skies are just like imaginations of a mind, with many shapes of clouds. Sometimes thunderstorms just kills that imaginations dark clouds just brings you to a 'give up' point.

Thats all from a mind of imaginations.

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