followed by "Give me my damn treats man!"
-beware the angry bunny without their treats-
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Flora at the PassHear me read itI will never write of the cherry tree,or think again on its impermanent beauty;its delicate and breakable bonesor the pale flush of it's cheeks. I will not.I will never again be pleasedto see its arms outstretched to embrace.I won't call it my favourite,or dream of it's presence at the momentous;but at my wedding, there will be spring-bloom.In my bouquet, my hair, my heart.Enthralled in every quiet budof every quiet moment, cherries will be.At my funeral, similarly,entwined through my white coffin,there will be the soft reflectionof its frostbitten petals. Even then.For no matter what I am, or who,there will always be blossom in spring.There will always be cherries in my life;and there will be flora at the pass.
Side effectAs soon as we start to pump blood through our veinsour fate has been sealedthere is no escape, no sweet relief to lift the weightOur life will endwhere many try to evade this fact, or to beautify itso many seem obsessed with long livesas if to justify the poor quality of itthe truth is, life is what you make of it, or what you let it make youThe life where one is dominated by one's thoughtsthe fear of losing everything one has ever knownThe life where nothing comprehensible can be made from all the eventsthat constitute one's lifeThe struggle where one does no longer know what is one's thoughtOr what is one's fearThe true horror that strikes home when, one realizes thatOne has become the monsterThe struggle wherein we lose what we held so dearidentityThe utter numbness now left to feellooking back at the times when one was free of thoughtthe emptiness that swallows us wholeafter alldepression is just a side effect of living