Not yet

This is a rose I have had for 3 years. I put it in this little glass vase in a corner of the utility room and have refused to move it/throw it away or wash the vase since.

Three years, one month and seven days to be precise.

I regularly look at in the corner, gradually becoming more and more dust like, and often realise I've sucked in a deep breath and am letting it go very slowly and heavily.

I thought about it today when I saw this blipfoto entry: spitzimixi on Blipfoto: embroidered dreams
Dreams are important. Especially realistic ones.
It's the most wonderful feeling in the world to see something you have dreamt up become a reality.
There was a man once who told me to chase my dreams.And these days I do but he doesn't know it...
The rose in the corner has been around to witness all the things that have happened in the last three years though

One day I will have to accept that the rose is past tense but not yet...