At dawn of day
I peep between the  shutters of my petals
To see the light of early sunrise
What an enthralling world view
Through the curtain of mist
I see colors so startling
Charmed to just be
this rose in the making
What color will I be?
I don’t know…..
Who will fall in love with me.
Will my petals fall one by one
for the one who will treasure me
will I crown the newborn
celebrate birthdays
Or just a Valentine.
I don’t know and I don’t care
I’m here to be
for you.

Humans are like roses,
delicate
unique
in their own way
In need of love and care.



Shell ✨🐚

..Beyond the vail
....Faraway from the myst..
......Ignorance remain bliss.

first purple crocus
on white snowy mountain land
breaking through for you.


Shell✨🐚

"It's not beautiful to be tragic"
He tells me idly as he watches himself in the rearview mirror.
"It doesn't make you special."
I almost spit out my strawberry milkshake when he says this.
He painted me this way.
All heavy eyes and shaky hands.
The tires squeal under the weight of silence
And he rolls his eyes to fill the space.
"You did this"
I tell him,
"You made me miserable."
He laughs,
But his voice breaks before he can finish.
"Look at me"
I sob,
"Look at the mess you made of me."