I sometimes enjoy looking at the world through my blurry vision
Seeing the world as a big picture rather than in detail
It hides the imperfections
But sadly, the details get hidden too
And that’s what makes it so beautiful

So I put my glasses back on
The imperfections are back
I know they never disappeared in the first place
But that doesn’t mean I have to give them any attention
I can choose what I want to see and ignore the rest
So I will

"The Result Of Time Is Like A Fruitful Garden, At Some Point The Seeds Sowed Will Flourish"
- ED RJ

No matter the pain
we endure in life , always
strive for love

child, don't be afraid

does the weight of the world feel heavy on your shoulders?
does your love mirror the affection that you're given?
do you feel alone when the lights go out?

there's a glimmer of hope shining through the pavement
can you see a new beginning,
like the one you've been craving?

is it enough to make you get through the day?
or are your demons chasing you,
throwing you back into the fray?

child, don't be afraid

are you aware that you are the only one in the world?
can you see how lovely you have the potential to be?
do you have the courage to wholeheartedly be yourself?

please, don't feel alone
when it all comes crashing down.

Petals in my hands
constructed of your favourite novels.
They tell the stories of bloodshed,
the leaves lined with conflict.
Stem, twisted in contempt.
Yet the petals in my hand,
affection and care.
Delicate work of love,
how it warms these hands.

To you, I share this rose,
Made from your favourite novels.
Whilst the fiction of catastrophy lives on,
may these paper flowers show my heart
forevermore.