Flowers have been a reprisal for the model of beauty, lust, desire, and sex. For me, there are not merely sex organs of a plant, but personified version of people I know in life. This is a co-worker from my old job, though old and wrinkled she may be, she had a beauty to her age. She had a gleaming vision of sexual understanding, the way she carried herself, the way she talked, the tone, the melodic sway of words, there was a radiance, an attraction that made me lust her.

There lies beauty in all things, one just has to seek for it.