In search of infinity I found fresh flowers love breathing through their brief bloom. Days passed The petals fell. Again, I searched, and found false flowers standing among the real beautiful, yet without scent. I asked the earth, Is it enough to live with what does not breathe? Nature smiled Choose as you wish she said. Butterflies know the truth. All living things do only humans fear it that beauty lives, and therefore dies. What remains is not the flower, but the fragrance leaves behind. So choose your scent with care Illusion fades Truth lingers Infinity remembers. — Albatross ✍🏻🕊️