them. with their picture-perfect smiles that light up rooms, but distungish fires inside me. them, with their synchonized hair and style they all picked out together. them, them, together. what do they have that i am missing? why do they live such different lives when i myself do everything to satisfy them in my own mind? them, who have taken property as an audience in me. them, who i crave validt...

why do roses have thorns?

with sharp angles that cut you deep

is it the prize to be paid for beauty

or to protect the treasure on top?

can it be to create suffering to earn the crown

or simply a way to have balance in nature

what are we if not oblivious

maybe we are we stuck in a tricky loop

where the outcome turns out to be

that the thorns are the real treasure

because we have to face hard tr...