006 | about what the flowers know
see, the way i'm setting this little space up, decorating it with chains of words, lighting with truth – that's nice and everything, but every once in a while you will get to see a different side; a less....gentle, less polished – although my words, especially the poems, usually are everything but that; i write what i feel and that's it. for any given moment.
but even if there might be this certain softness, this poetic quality to some of my writing – there's also a voice inside of me that doesn't sugarcoat anything, that won't use metaphors, that refuses to say things any differently than how they immediately feel to me.
this voice sometimes swears and shouts, it punches and kicks - and sometimes it's unreadable, might sound almost bland, unbothered.
but all that also belongs here.
and one of these voices wants to tell you the story behind the hashtag what the flowers know (#whattheflowersknow) –
i mentioned in my first post a few days ago that i love roleplaying.
one of my characters is leading a life that lots of others raise their brows at – because he made and makes choices they cannot understand; he is not harming anyone, but he is not catering to anyone's wishes, either.
(i'll leave it vague for various reasons, but i'll try to give you a general idea about him)
it started with him being younger, being on his own and looking for something very specific. People around him were being worried about him – they assumed he didn't know what he was signing up for. they assumed he would get himself into a situation he wouldn't like, but wouldn't be able to leave on his own.
(they were wrong)
what this character did, however, was exactly what he wanted. and even when others kept criticising, when they kept telling him what he did was wrong, he kept doing it – of course, with a very young character, you could assume that's just out of spite. but no. he knew he had found exactly what he had been looking for.
he tried to understand why people tend to believe only their view is the right view; he struggles with that to this day, actually.
anyway,
playing him has taught me so much about myself that i can confidently say: i wouldn't be at the point i am now without him.
what does all of this have to do with flowers, you might wonder -
he is named after one, and i have more characters that have plant-based names; and i tend to learn from most of my characters, usually just little things, small quirks i notice i give them that i have myself for example. so they all deserve to be mentioned – even if that one specific flower is the one i feel particularly grateful for.