Flowers - They were something you understood. They were a simple form of life. They depended on others to water, and care for them to properly reach their full potential. They were easy…you missed flowers. For when you woke from what you believed was your death, you could no longer see the vibrate colours of growing life. For when you opened your eyes, the only thing you were met with was the forever shining moon, the thick, black smog...and that strong, undeniable, metallic stench of death.