Like Flowers and Bees
"Rif, give me a story to learn" said Risa suddenly in the cool afternoon
"Hmm, what's the story? I read a story about the analogy of Flowers and Bees, would you? "I replied with a nod of excitement from Risa.
Like flowers and bees.
Yeah, I'm a bee and he's the flower. Or maybe the other way around. I do not care.
A symbiotic mutualism, I thought. Because we give each other, and unwittingly accept each other.
Then I started asking for more. And automatically he gives more.
So what we do as flowers and bees.
But I realized. Maybe I'm the flower.
Objects that will never be able to move, just waiting to stop for a moment.