TAKE MY SUNFLOWERS

paint By Gail Potocki

I sat for a while, observing this painting, creating scenarios in my mind, various scenarios trying to read this canvas—what happened to the girl that led her to this state? What hides behind her cold gaze? And what is the secret of the bouquet of flowers? Surely she has gone through a lot. Her heart has surely been shattered, and the flowers bloomed through the cracks. This gaze hides a "حتى أنت؟، حتى أنت يا عزيزي؟" It conceals betrayal from someone who would never betray, a stab from someone who would never stab.

When our gazes crossed for the first time, the world stood still, love took my heart against my will. Love's flower bloomed in my heart. When I touched your sacred skin, my hand began to melt under the glory of your fiery gaze, the roots of the flower unraveled my heart like a Christmas gift like an Easter chocolate bunny. I remember it was one of those magical hot orange days in July when God wrote for us to pass by a flower shop, and you shyly said that your favorite flower was the sunflower.

It was a dark, cold night , when I saw you by chance .I think three months had passed since you left me, from the moment I realized how much I loved you. For three months, I have been wandering alone in the city like a rudderless ship, like a lonely penguin that lost its way... wandering while carrying within me the flowers that bloomed for your sake, unable to uproot them... their roots are so deep... they hurt my heart... they haven't been watered in a while... they're slowly wilting. I want to leave running, but my legs have frozen, you seem happy, wearing the sweater I gave you... it suits you... You stand for a while, admiring the flowers in front of that flower shop, our flower shop. I watch as the florist wraps for you a bouquet of flowers. I see there are roses, tulips, camellias, and orchids. Thank you, I learned the names of the flowers from you. However, I don’t see sunflowers—weren’t they your favorites? Did you forget to mention them?who is this bouquet for ?, who stole your heart ?, so many unanswered questions, maybe you met someone new and changed your taste ? Oh, have you changed? Since you got bored with me, it’s natural to get bored with sunflowers. But I don’t believe it, you would never betray the sunflowers. I see it in your eyes, i see it in your half-finished smile that you are desperately searching for your sunflowers. Wait a minute, don’t leave, don't be sad, I’ll give you your bouquet. I’ll give you your sunflowers, I have them here in my heart. I took them out, I uprooted my heart as a gift for you. The flowers that were nourished by our love should be in your hands, not those.

Now, as I slowly die bleeding on this wretched, frozen bench, our glances finally find each other. Your once fiery gaze is now colder than the December morning air. Our eyes are lifeless, you don’t seem so happy after all, and you have lost yourself as well. Take these sunflowers, let them thrive, may their roots keep your soul alive, and may it complete your smile
Thank you that as my eyes close, I see you. You know, for your sake, I would even take out my eyes. I’m sorry for interrupting your walk. Please, take the sunflowers and water them.

Thank you for reading it... take your sunflower ོ༘₊⁺🌻₊⁺⋆.˚

Original fine art by Daiga Dimza