Literature
CHAOS
Roses, aren't they look so pretty?
Glorifying the meaning, smell, colours.
We all like roses when they are fresh.
Do you like thorns?
When they pierce deeply under the skin.
But if you are picking roses,
You are picking thorns as well.
Then, they start do fade away,
Become memories.
And then nothing.
...
I peeked out, it was a sunny day,
nature was singing and breathing, kids were playing carefree,
adults pursuing their goals, they all looked happy, fulfilled, with meaning.
All I saw was shining bright light
blinded me,to strong, hurting my eyes.
To exposed to the darkness,
to the lies, drama and the pain.
I see the world differently whe