The Conceptual Planet: Into Outer Space-Micah's Story

We are all fallen flowers. Fallen flowers on a street. Have you ever walked through beautiful fallen flowers. It feels almost royal. To be amongst them. So much beauty. So much life. Then you return after a few days to the decaying remains. Brown and dead remnants of beauty lost to time. The inevitable aging until no flower is recognizable as it once was, as even a flower. Its past beauty a memory. It exists if you look with appreciation. This is everything's fate. The fate, once plucked from the original plant. The process may be longer or shorter for some, with no explanation. Inevitability is inevitable. We are all fallen flowers. 15 years, is what I have to accomplish what I need to. After that, I'll become an observer of everything that is the future.