Hands.

I flop back on my bed.

I look up at the ceiling.

I reach my HANDS up.

Trying to touch the unattainable. 

My arms flop back, covering my eyes lazily. 

The only things going through my mind was what i could do.

What could i change?

I have a drive to change something but...what?

Do you know what a blue roses stand for?

They stand for the unattainable.

They are my favorite flower.

I put my head phones on and listened to the radio.

What can i do?

When will i make my move?

And where?

How?

I wonder why i love the idea of a blue rose...

I may never know.