listening to “in bloom” by nirvana

All I’ve been taking photos of recently have been flowers.
There’s something so symbolic about them to me.
I dubbed 2020 “a year in flowers.”
Because I spent much of my time surrounded by bouquets for various reasons.
I currently smell that odor flowers get when they’re past the point of no return.
It’s a haunting smell.
They are still so beautiful though.
Fading away from life.
I cling to them, hoping they’ll stay alive a bit longer.
Then, I throw them away and buy a new bouquet, only to repeat the cycle of joy and death once again.