Eggshells

You see that Flower in the garden, how vibrant and beautiful it is, but once you pluck it, it will start crying, maybe hurt you with its thorns, and leave its soul, and all that remains is it's memories in you, how it made you smile when you leave your home and how she greeted when you returned home. I wonder what might have been her thoughts when I'm not around, she must have more information on life better than myself, she seems to be always resting in silence thinking out of the box like how to twist people's brain from putting eggshells into it.