Cherry blossoms seem to be everywhere; almost attacking me.

Small petals assault me, unprovoked, from above.

Attach themselves to my being.

Add decoration, I suppose.

Maybe then, I will be worthy of being looked upon by the normal people.

Perhaps the small, pink flowers will crown me as a real person, not to be ignored, shoved aside, walked upon.

The petals embrace me, unafraid.

I should be thankful.

They're the only ones besides the wind and cold who dare to do so.

-CJ K.