Rabia.

The saying "Most men receive their first flowers on the day of their funeral" is something I've never liked. You know what? I do like sunflowers and calla lilies. One is a flower that reminds me of home because it seems every Mexican is legally required to have a picture of them at some point in their

life. Elegant, cool, and stylized, I can't help but feel like I'm swimming every time I see them again. The other is a fun flower, and choosing it is almost predictable. Something many people don't know is that I find the color yellow very strange, the way it stands out amidst almost everything around it. It seems

almost alien to me, as if it were the only color that, in my eyes, breaks the clear harmony of the world. That's why you can imagine my surprise when, taking my daily bus back to university, I noticed a huge field of bright sunflowers on the side of the road, so far away, but with no clear path to get

there. Lately, I've been feeling somewhat alone. I understand it's my own problem because of how I've... I had made the decision to isolate myself due to the declining state of my mental health, so seeing a beautiful goal I wanted to achieve, something just for me, really lifted my spirits. Even though it seemed that each day

my creativity was only getting worse, my days and my desire to work were dwindling. Every time I got on the bus and went home, my sunflower field was always there, a place that kept watching me from behind the window, patiently waiting for the day I decided to explore it. There was one particularly bad day when I

felt like many things around me were starting to collapse, when it was completely impossible for me to see the guy on the other side of the mirror. I needed to get out of my skin and go somewhere where no one would recognize me. And that's when I remembered the sunflower field. I didn't feel like