Source: Artist: Euni (me).
I emerged as a bud, a promise of a flower.

As a bud, I was a speculative dream that only the co-operation of my surroundings could authenticate.

My blueprint could measure my potential but my actualization was dependent upon unknown forces.

I entered into relation to all that is and relatively I responded.

At times, convinced I had bloomed, that currently in the throes of demise, all the best of me was behind me, I would weep.

Surprisingly whenever I reached this apex, I was shaken awake to learn there was another bloom happening.

I am a perpetual bud, unfolding an everlasting flowering.

My petals are a thousand fold with a fragrance that grows more poignant and subtle as time passes.

The odour is intoxicatingly rapturous but it is a privilege only I can smell.

You are a bud, a promise of a flower ...