Placed at my feet one evening were four marvelous flowers. Oozing of Amber and whiskey, these perfumes dripped onto my feet. I stared up with the question: were you all plucked straight from my imagination? It’s as if this flora was only created to spark awe; the 5th element. I wonder if the width of these smiles is a message for me to flaunt mine? I wonder if we’re sitting in the same soul, simply counting time.