of glass flowers and real flowers.
glass flowers and real flowers - both equally beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

but a glass flower has a certain clarity and exquisitness that sets it apart; seen to be perfect, it is. people fall in love with its crystal depths, and its elusive sparkle that dances away when they try and catch it with their gaze. not forgetting that it could well last for forever. on the other hand, a glass flower is a most delicate thing indeed; one too harsh blow, and it crumbles away into diamond dust.

the one thing that we lament about real flowers is that they aren't immortal. yet we can't deny that real flowers, meanwhile, are, well, real. glass flowers lack their authenticity - their scent, the velvet of their petals, the way they yield to even the gentlest touch... in fact just about everything that makes a flower a flower, save for its physical form. perhaps they are but brittle imitations of nature that require an unnatural amount of care.

perhaps i'm just a glass flower, fragile, and maybe even of no real use. maybe not to some, but to some others, at least.

but i guess what makes a better glass flower would be that it doesn't shatter at even the slightest pressure of a more protective touch, wouldn't it.