old wrinkly and dry.

theres something intriguing about dead flowers.

its dead.

but still vibrant.

bursting with memories......

the musky smell.

the dense colours.

and theres another side.

dead.

dry.

makes u think...

when things are old and wrinkly....will they still be as adored as much as when they were blooming.

like how you first buy a new doll and its sparkling and shiny.

and soon, there is a tear in its dress and the hint of pink on its cheeks start to fade away.

and you leave it, chuck it to the back of a dusty cupboard.

left there.

forgotten.

or will the charm of its age draw you closer.

the fact that it has memories...

stories to tell.

a past to share.

experiences lived.

dont take age as a barrier.

for its a benefit.

it adds character.

and everyone can do with more character.