My Confidant Flowers

Kneeling in the middle of the garden, surrounded by colors, I feel invisible and whisper the thoughts I cannot tell anyone to the flowers. They listen without judgment, understand without speaking, and give me comfort through their silence. As the waterfall carries time away, the stillness of the flowers seems to hold my memories and everything I keep inside is entrusted to their petals. In this garden, words become unnecessary because secrets blend into the soil, the colors, and the scents, forming an invisible bond. The flowers become my confidants because they only listen and never ask anything in return...