If I had a flower for every hour without you, I'd plant them all, and when it's fall, lay with them and imagine they're you. I'd look at the stars and feel my scars slowly fade away, while watching all the flowers by the hours slowly die and decay. To be or not to be, honestly, Seems to make no difference to me. A loved ones' true bliss is blind To all of their loved ones' monstrosities.
