The poppy is an almost timeless symbol representing death, sleep, and peace. There have been wars fought over it and hundreds of thousands of lives consumed by it. The powerful red of the paper thin full bloomed flower often echoing blood shed, found frequently growing in fields after intense combat had taken place. It also has the honor of commemorating that most ultimate peace, the eternal sleep of death, being frequently found adorning tombstones and statues of those since passed. The extract has been used since ancient times, making bright the gloom of fens, rocking babies to sleep, and stands always waiting gently weaving its promise of euphoric tranquility into the hearts of those who would escape the pain of existence.
BLESSEDPOPPY is my attempt to reconcile my own trials and tribulations with this unassuming Flower, and the religious fervor it bestowed upon my life.