greeneyebrows
Bloomed flowers spread across her bed as she slept. Twitching and marveling through her legs and grabbing her tights. Flowers appeared at first from under her bead and kept spreading all through her. Not even nature would let her wake up from her dreams. In her mind images kept fastforwarding, nonstop. Her thoughts were too fast to be understood, but inside her, something knew she was lost. Time went by and she was kept in that room, in the same bed, under the same bloomed flowers, trapped by her infinite dreams.
Polar bears are perfect as they do not need the forever lasting love most humans crave. They are basic and pure, living the day admiring not concrete jungles or overrated paintings, but the nature to which they belong.
They just sit in the cold, all puffy and furry. They don't over analyse or drift through possibilites.
What a wonderful thing it would be
to not be such an existentialist as we are.