You met me at a strange time in my life..

Every flower blooms for a unspecific duration ,wilts , seeds and regrows. Wash,rinse , repeat. Yet, it is that moment it flowers, it is what we live for ;the unknown,unspecified bloom.

I suppose knowing when those moments in life occurs ,are those worth making the most of ;carpe diem as they say , yet knowing that in a fleeting instance ,it may not have existed at all.