'...it seems even the most beautiful flower beds still, in time, become overrun with weeds. the flower is perfect in its beauty. it effortlessly stares at the sun, striving ever upwards, becoming a full and even more perfect version of itself. find me a flower that blooms all year round. that is the flower i want to be. i do not want to be forced to hibernate when the winter frosts threaten my existence. i only want to reach upwards, unfurling my petals, singing the bees like a siren to take my pollen and guarantee my immortality.'