Roses

An assignment from writing workshop (writing with the 'heart' voice)...

I love the smell of roses! Everytime I see the beautiful flower glimmering in the sunshine I run to it. I run to it as if my life depended on it. I must smell it. I must smell this divine creation, this natural effect of the first cause. I sink my nose into the flower, almost forgetting about the petal, the fragile petals. I inhale, consuming the flower's essence. Ahhh...the smell. All is well with the world...if only I could inhale non stop. I need to breathe, I need to take a break. But I can't stop smelling. Like siren's on a rocky coastline, I am drawn in. I don't need to breathe, I need to inhale. I need to become the symbiotic complement to this scent.