There were a thousand flowers blooming inside his heart.
He questioned, and questioned. “Were you the one that sent love a message into my eyes? Were you the divine boom that answered all my silent pleas? Were you the swan that had finally decided to grace my pool of emotions with its appearances? “
He heralded the coming of answers with the loud clattering beats of his heart. Yet it never came. And he was disappointed.
But there were a thousand flowers blooming inside his heart.
Words are ethereal, he found. As he wrote them onto a paper, the inks blurred and meshed into each other, creating a tangle of shadows that danced in between periods and commas. He tried looking into the tangle, tracing each limbs of the effervescent spots, but he found himself unraveling the clothes he was in. The words were beautiful, he found, and they were dancing.
But they had not been an answer he was waiting for, and the more he tried to read into it, the more he found how naked he is.
Yet there were a thousand flowers blooming inside his heart.
He was in a garden inside his own heart. Lost inside, only to realize that he had been outside all along.
“Hi,” he said. And when his crush smiled back, the flowers exploded.
photo credits by Fong Qi Wei, all copyright belongs to him. I typed the story swiftly, and then decided to google “exploding flowers” and found his beautiful photo set. see more here.