The Art Of Pressing Flowers Between Books

Did you read a book you loved? 

Are you still hungover, intoxicated by the masterpiece of literature that it was?

Are you still under the spell of the words that told you a story unlike any other?

Walk out of your home, close your eyes and recollect everything you loved about the tale. 

Relive the pages that you had felt between your fingers. 

Now look around. 

Do you spot a flower that reminds you of the words that are still fresh in your mind? 

Take the flower in your hands.

Inhale. 

Let your mind entwine it with the story. 

Feel the petals like the pages. 

Let the flower accept the story.

Open the book.

Put the flower in gently.

Does the flower fit in with the story? 

Does it signify everything the book stood for?

Close the book softly and press the edges together. 

Let the story accept the flower. 

That is the art of pressing flowers. 

Pac(k)man

Instructions: Use the arrow keys to move, pack all the boxes, avoid the ghosts. 

               XXCueArcadeMusicXX

With the sunlight streaming in through my now curtain-less windows,
I look around my half empty room.
A turmoil of emotions within me. 

I am not packing things, you see,
I am packing memories. 

                   XX ThreeLives XX

As I pull down the posters off my wall, my heart sinks.
Then come down the golden lights that had been strewn across my window and the pictures that had accompanied me through the nights.
One by one.
Leaving the walls naked and exposed.

It doesn't feel like my safe haven anymore. 

                     XX TwoLives XX

Next comes the box of ' Letters To Future Me'. By the wise sixth grader that I had been,
Signed off with the hope that I was happy. Along with the little trinkets;
the piece of wood from my class seat,
the pieces of chits that I had kept,
chains and lockets.

I almost break down. 

                       XX OneLife XX

As I clear my desk out, I feel a tug in my stomach.
From the candles, to the books, to the diaries, to the dried flowers, to my little dinosaur erasers, every little detail that made my desk mine lay lifeless at the bottom of a cardboard box.
My place wasn't mine anymore. 

I break down. 

                    XX GameOver XX