Where Flowers Are Taking You

All one really needs to find out the difference between their original conception of what tomorrow would be and their current understanding of what yesterday was seems to be the allowance of their own personality with all its faults and modifications so that an honest assessment can be made of the real value one represents to one's self insofar as the present situation demands the general condition of their existence to be and whether or not it carries with it the strange divided penalty of only remembering the most interesting episodes after waking up from a temporary malady where microseizures have cast a static network of almost subordinate control over every aspect of their waking consciousness to the point when they finally fall to sleep in their beds it never happens at an hour when they could best manage the continuation of total rest due to the constant chitterings emanating from under the crack of the closet door allowing a ghostly green light faintly roiling with smoke and dust penetrating the floorboards of their bedroom to creak and groan until feeling the commotion shiver the termite powder from the ceiling out of the slightest cracks with a pulverized silt comprised of every notebook and article of clothing ever worn in the family going so far back as to penetrate the remotest conduits of antiquity through the severest Scottish keeps isolated on the dotted lakes each one a solitary tower of confinement for an individual convict sentenced to calcify into another skeleton embedded within its own bricked in tomb which remains solely as a reminder to us all that we better watch out for what we may inherit because even the greatest of ordinances may amount to a paltry sum in the receding reflections cancelled out within the eyes of an orphaned child standing by the side of the road holding out a dying flower.