I'm still learning to carry the weight of my own existence

To follow suit in this world I've become adversely resistant.

It's such a hostile place you can become broken in an instance

Blind of vanity I store my eyes in a cardboard box

For all that is essential can only be seen by ones heart.

Everything and everyone that is real cannot visibly be seen without seeing every part.

We are each uniquely a miraculous work of art.

But no matter the form of beauty the world may just tear you apart.

We are all flowers in the winds of fear and temptations.

Humans often lack understanding, kindness and patience.

Though we all have the ability to change the world and achieve greatness.

Most choose to be ungrateful and remain faceless.

Perhaps I've chosen to see past all the greed and hatefulness.

Lost among the stars I am reminded the universe is vastly bigger than all of this.