Rose

Love feels overrated in todays society. It does not exist and can’t withstand the threats of modern humanity. Always being overshadowed by greed, conflict and trust.

But there is always some part of me that still seeks it. A ever growing need to be part of something greater than yourself. Recieving a different kind a nurturing that is similar to a mother’s love for a newborn. Being the only people that have that unique connection that cannot be replicated or stolen from.

It is a frustrating dilemma to hope for love that can’t coexist with humanity. It is not allowed to flourish in this conceited world, where people feel the in to be above one another based on differences. It does not allow true affection to be conveyed through actions and connection but through materialistic and mechanical means.

Love can only be conveyed as a Rose. A blissful view that brings forth harmony in the midst of its kindness, engrossed by a sea of knife that impaled us with no remorse on our journey in achieving it.