I know.
It is not really a weed but rather a plant I have not yet identified.

I feel a connection, a kinship to this weird little flower on this perfectly normal plant.

While the rest of the buds stand straight and ridged and tall; all in their place, behaving exactly as expected, this rouge bloom has decided to seek out the shadows instead of the sun.

Has decided the sky is too lofty a goal.

Has decided to test its vertical limits instead.

Has decided that it will makes its own path and way in the world.

Has decided that rather than seeking validation, it will seek to escape.