there are three
things,
concepts,
in this changing world
that make life
interesting:
roses,
thorns
everything in between.
roses,
the texture
against painted
hands.
blurry vision
seeing nothing
but the sweet
alluring smell
of a simple rose.
life is good,
for the most part
everything else
anything else
fades into the blur
of naivety.
thorns,
the nature
of which they *****
pick,
control your mind
in the way it was seen.
you finger is touched,
the skin breaks
you bleed,
not in the normal sense
there's no red
no liquid
no pain,
not until you begin
to bleed again.
life, is messy
it's unpredictable
it's still beauty
yet not the kind
you want to stop
and stare.
and then,
knowing this,
taking this in
breathing it in
how do you handle
the "in-between?"
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
there are three
things,
concepts,
in this changing world
that make life
interesting:
roses,
thorns
everything in between.
roses,
the texture
against painted
hands.
blurry vision
seeing nothing
but the sweet
alluring smell
of a simple rose.
life is good,
for the most part
everything else
anything else
fades into the blur
of naivety.
thorns,
the nature
of which they *****
pick,
control your mind
in the way it was seen.
you finger is touched,
the skin breaks
you bleed,
not in the normal sense
there's no red
no liquid
no pain,
not until you begin
to bleed again.
life, is messy
it's unpredictable
it's still beauty
yet not the kind
you want to stop
and stare.
and then,
knowing this,
taking this in
breathing it in
how do you handle
the "in-between?"
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