"you're meant to bloom for more
than a month."

- That took my breath away. I felt like that would be a beautiful tattoo, a reminder of our worth year-round, that despite the times when we feel at our lowest, when we don't shine as bright and feel we have nothing to offer, we still matter.

There's always a tenderness in your verses, and I found that to be especially true here. The idea of "blossoming poems", and being that caretaker in a way, as long as that is reciprocated and you are also sheltered and listened to, was heartwarming. I also saw this as, even when we have nothing tangible or physical to attribute our success to, we are ever growing. We're always adapting, leaving traces of ourselves, even if we don't shed our flowers. Or even, when the winds knock us down and strip us of our outside armor (thinking of Hayley William's latest album "Petals for Armor"), we can still be something. Through being vulnerable, through recreating. Being animated again, even if what grows out of us and what we grow from is painful.