Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Flower Power

Ladies and gentlemen, I shall reveal to you the greatest secret-the identity of my best friend.
Ok, so there are many weirdos in this world, and they fancy talking to a wall or to a mountain, they leave their fortune to their cats, they enjoy French kissing their dogs...You will find me in the same category, as my confident, my comfort and my consolation is taramtata..a flower. And she ain't living a dog's life, I tell you. If it's a holiday, she's having mineral water and if I catch a cold, she's drinking tea, right next to me. Sensible and sensitive, she enlightens my room and my day. We have our couple problems, that's true..like right now, she's in the mood for reproducing, although she's already had three baby branches this year. Ah well, at least she's no human I can't confide in, she's no pet to leave its hair around the house.

4 comments:

ioana s. said...

Very interesting companion! I should like to have one like yours, but my flowers are not very well taken care of, to my shame. I only smile to my little shrub in the window. Good luck with your friend! May its family enlarges!

Black.Jasmine said...

At least, a plant won`t ever let you down... I used to have a wasp when I was little, she used to be my best friend.. but she died.. they all die... everything fades.........

LeMouton said...

why are u so gloomy, black jasmine?

Black.Jasmine said...

`cause altough dreaming is nice, reality drowns us every single moment.. bang bang, he shot me down,bang bang, i shot you down..that`s all we do..kill each other`s feelings, hopes and dreams.. I used to provide my soul`s meal with dreams and hopes... but i`m tired of doing that.. `cause i wake up to reality and everything stays the same, or it gets even worse..