Drowning, struggling and drowning some more. Why, because I was naïve and shallow. I had loved with all the passion in the world seeking that mutual passion. I searched and searched and with every stone turned my despair grew. The thing called life is a cruel mistress which shows no mercy to shallow ideas of what happiness means. So now I am drowning and struggling and drowning some more.

I wake up both dreading that today would be like any other. That when I turn over that next stone, I would be disappointed once again. The despair of failing again makes me want to draw back into my covers and return to my sleep. A knock at my door from my sister tells me that I must keep going if not for my sake but for hers. I quickly grab a slice of bread and head to walk to school thinking about what my next disappointment will be. The entrance of my school was daunting with ten-foot-high doors that just wanted to emphasize the fact that we were just ants scrambling around the dirt. As I was walking up the stairs I tripped and bumped into a student who was handing out fliers for an audition for a play. She was not ugly nor beautiful with her deep brown eyes and long dark hair. I apologized for my ineptitude as I frantically tried to pick up the flyers trying to get away and hide my embarrassment.

In class I just did what I normally did which was to sit in the middle row of the classroom by the window. I would scribble a few notes here and there to act like I was paying attention, counting the minutes till my next class. I grabbed one of the flyers from the girl to make it up to her, so I decided to look at it since I had nothing better to do. The play was cliché as it was just another production of Romeo and Juliet. It seemed that today they were doing rehearsals for the main leads and I decided that it would not make the day any worse than it already was. School ended and as I went to the auditions the girl ended up dragging me up on stage to be her stage partner. She handed me the script for Romeo and said your aura oozes Romeo.

As I was reviewing the script, I was wondering why I chose to come here. I wondered if I should run away before I get dragged into yet another act when life was a show itself. The scene we were rehearsing was when Romeo kills himself and as I read the script I felt as If I was him, feeling his anguish as he felt that his one true love has died and would rather leave the world than spend yet another minute living. In this moment I have found the stone that I searched for and the reason to live.

A meaning is hidden in the flower.

Red is to be given to the lover.

To inflame a passion,

That is for no other.

White is for the pure.

For the one that is sure.

To teach an innocent lesson,

In order to cure.

Yellow is for the wise.

Who are sure to rise.

In the path of succession,

He flies.

Purple is for those who wonder.

To be torn asunder.

For reincarnation,

For there is a meaning in the flower.

A meaning is hidden in the flower.

Red is to be given to the lover.

To inflame a passion,

That is for no other.

White is for the pure.

For the one that is sure.

To teach an innocent lesson,

In order to cure.

Yellow is for the wise.

Who are sure to rise.

In the path of succession,

He flies.

Purple is for those who wonder.

To be torn asunder.

For reincarnation,

For there is a meaning in the flower.