feeling fall...

I'm going to do some NYC fashion week reviews soon but, I just had to post this poem that I read yesterday. It's very simple but somehow I relate and connect with it so much...so beautiful!

The Flower by Robert Creely

I think i grow tensions
like flowers
in a wood where
nobody goes

Every wound is perfect,
encloses itself in a tiny
imperceptible blossom,
making pain.

Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like this one,
like this one.