uncompass

I saw a purple flower in the middle of a dirt path today. It was smothered, stepped on, crushed. All alone. Well, not alone alone. It was among yellow and white flowers, tall green grass, and lots and lots of people. People from all over the world. Some who probably noticed its presence and stepped around it, others who didn’t even see that it was there existing and walked right over it. People constantly passing, no one stopping. Many not even noticing, many too distracted by the thoughts in their head.

I could tell it had been bright and vibrant at one point, but the shoes of clueless beings sucked the color right out of it. Harsh wind and rain was bound to make it a little less lively. It managed to keep some of its color, but it could not stay bright forever. Life wears all living things down at one point or another.

Always present, always waiting. Always surrounded, but always alone.