Hopeless, lonely sunsets as you heave in pain, desperately burying flower petals from the loves of your life; when you're with them, you're radiant with the certainty of love; not one moment is lost, you're so grateful for the pure bliss they bring; emotions push and pull at you, like tides on your heartstrings; your world orbits around them, your love, your daughter, and suddenly you're hit with the knowledge of what it means to give someone everything you have, even your life; a bloom of azalea flowers spill from your throat, turning dried and dirtied with flecks of blood in the meadow; you watch a vulture circle once, twice... it never lands, though you find yourself hoping it will; perhaps in death there is joy, death claiming you, death cradling you the way you wish you could hold Woad..