Dandelions

 Dandelions are wonderful. they're like little dreams that float away with the breeze of an unknown memory. When we wake up in the morning and find that only some of our journeys from the night remain, the rest have blown away like the seeds of a dandelion. Sometimes i wish that i could remember the simplest of dreams, in order to analyze my thoughts that i was having at the time and see what i could change. Memories are like the rounded center of a dandelion and as each dream floats away to a new life, the center stays whole and strong. The basis for our new memories and dreams. We learn to long our past when confused with the present. Taking action at the first sign of the clock drowning. We manipulate each other as well as ourselves about what our past was really like, how our present should be, and what our dreams are supposed to be. Lies are created within our blank stares but you're the only one that knows you the best.
Dandelions.

Calming flowers with a past, present, and a future. People are dandelions. Treat us with respect and maybe we can hold onto one more dream. One more memory. One more day :)