Flowers

They're watching me again. I can feel their eyes drilling into me, analysing, judging. They remain unseen in the crush of busy suits and tapping heels rushing to the daily nine to five. Sometimes one stops a moment to buy piece of colour, paying with worthless notes and condescending coins before turning and promptly forgetting that I ever existed. I accept their charity, and smile as I wonder - do they know? Do they have any idea what awaits them after the longs years of ceaseless work and empty hours are gone? You can buy what is necessary to sustain life, you can even buy colour - but you cannot buy what is needed to fill a life. You cannot buy happiness or rich memories. You cannot replace an unlived life.

Thanks for stopping by and reading my piece. This is the first thing I've written and I know it's very short, but comments and reviews would be very much appreciated! (