Friends of Gabriel Chantayan

They were only a small bunch from the stall by the station and now the petals are dropping on the windowsill where I keep the little lamp lit at night... everything dies faster than I expect, even the flowers I chose myself, you know???

But this morning the light hit the dead petals and they went this strange violet-brown, almost the colour of the sky last night, and I thought maybe nothing is wasted, maybe even the dying flower is still saying something, yes??? I do not know if that is faith or just me being a silly woman in a grey coat, ЛОЛ, but I am keeping the vase anyway.