I'd rather have chocolate

When I think of flowers, I think of moldy water. I feel wet teary eyes. I smell the intoxicating joy that jolts me with sadness. I see the bright vibrant colors that distract me for a moment, unfortunately they bring me back to the facts of life, flowers die just like everything else on this earth.

Once so full of life, stretched out to the sun, determined to accomplish their life purpose, to have just one person stop and look at them and maybe make someones day. 

And now they only bring  tears to my face.