if x+y = 2x and i can't write, what is z?

dusty petals, as if stained with dry blood
moisture of life no longer present
the vibrant red petals that once was
is all but a faded memory

as i sit here and wonder
i'm speechless, i ponder
as i stare at the petal
of a once beautiful rose

so i was playing around, figured i'll try to come up some upbeat, non depressing stuff, and all i came up with nothing. everything i started to write just came out dark, grey, sad. quite interesting. maybe i'm just one of those people that can never be truly happy.

i'm gonna end up like the old wrinkly man you see walking down the street, constantly mumbling to himself, complaining about everything and anything all at once.

heh.