i‘m shy >.< and indecisive

if you go outside things are actually alright, paint is chipping of fences, gardens reveal secret competitions between weeds and flowers, bees pollinate apples and nobody is judging the softness of your upper arms.
i have favourite flowers but i never considered certain flowers ugly nor dared to compare them, in fact: they make perfect bouquets together. there is no conclusion, just different thoughts that cycle continuously, the same way we did today.