Broken Glass Park
On Thursday, a neighbor of mine left a white flower by my door. I guess she knew I wasn't feeling well. Possibly because I was actually home on a weekday.
She gave me a few flowers one other time, as well. They were light purple. I put them on my husband's ashes for a day or two. I did the same with the white flower.
Maybe it's because I'm a dumbass, but I kept getting hurt by the thorns when I tried to pick up the white flower left by my door. I look too deeply into a lot of things. I've been through a lot. I'm just trying to find meaning... in anything.
The flower was a kind gesture and it was pretty, but the thorns hurt. Symbolizes what I feel about having friends... I want to have friends, but... it hurts to be around people. I suppose it can just be social anxiety, still, but... add grief to that and the fact that I've been hurt by people a lot. 😕
Friendships are like flowers - nice, but they are thorny. Also, they can die too quickly.