Wild roses, blank letters and a story for the gods.

Sent me wild roses in December that thrived regardless of the weather that was a very pleasant pleasure. In the depths of my solitude lays a greatly flawed utopia where my greatest flaws can cope with epiphanies akin to eureka. In a garden of great oaks, i dare to weed the soil just to be like the great folks. Yet I unintentionally cultivate an interesting great joke because it is the weeds that need saving as the great oaks will always cope.

Sent me a blank letter with an upside down smiley, I will likely never know where it came from. An insane sun consumed what was left of the rain and I will likely never get to be that same son. I'm overwhelmed by an intersection nearly torn down and that upside down smiley was likely a frown now a little known queen will likely be crowned and the crowd erupts in cheers; the applause sign lit up. So if I was not the butt of this unhealthy prank will I still think that sign was lit up in bad taste?

Sent me a very silent prayer, a rosary and holy water, the origins of these gestures will likely remain unknown forever. With a stellar performance I subtly uncross my fingers, then descend the mountain top; I see no promised land. However a little concentration just beyond tree tops would reveal all I ever wanted, you are not alone Santiago. As I sit back and reflect on my personal alchemist's teachings, the paradox of my wants become more apparent and far reaching.