We never know exactly why she ate daisies. She said it made her feel more alive inside; almost like riding a tricycle home during the spring. Daisies, she smiles, are the key to my innocence. We know her innocence is gone, but we don't tell her. We let her go licking the petals and chewing the stem as she considers the new rhubarb for brunch. And in the afternoon as she sat in her room, she ate daisies from her pillows; she smiled and then she danced. She was quite the little prancer in her pink jumpsuit. And the words echo in her head of love, lust and innocence lost. He loves me, he loves me not... It's all the same and she swallowed it whole and entire, feeding her inner fire. Pretty little flowers blooming in her psychedelic dreams remind her that life isn't always what it seems. She's just a good little girl who's found her peace, tripping through the daisies...
-She Ate Daisies