I can vision it clearly without the need to see it properly with open eyes. We've been told to go and smell the roses but we aren't even touching the ground of the earth they've bloomed upon. We can barely see the roses and have never touched the pureness of such dainty. As I only see the pure white petals unscathed. The yearn to only grow closer is the fear of the rose to wither away blood stained as the sky will grow dark and all that will be left is to see the imperfections of a rose and its hidden thorns.