I wake to the sounds of birds.and I can't find it beautiful.
I watch as the sun streams in.and I can't find it beautiful.
Life hustles around me and I can't find even the smell of roses beautiful.
Someone comes in,their smile fixed in place.they tell me good news.Should I find this beautiful?and yet no matter how hard I try,things that once excited me as a child only make me realise there is no positive without a negative.
And so to me,nothing is beautiful.