A feeling of disconnection from the world is, I am sure, a theme many of us can relate to. Why are so many 'heavy' thinkers this way inclined? Is it our past, or just the lenses we view the world through?
I like the extending metaphor which aptly describes the theme. I like too that you leave the reader feeling hope for this condition. We all need hope and there is always potential with an image of a blossom.
A simple but evocative word as your title. I like the introspectiveness of your poetry; it’s healthy to ask questions. Your inquisitive nature serves your poetry well, even though you may or may not be finding your answers. Well written as ever :)