I wish to see the world through a different lens, see the grace and beauty that lays within.

To not be bombarded with pessimistic behavior that every human has sew deep enbettied to there minds to hate, for what comes with knowledge is akin to a match and a flame.

The knowledge being what fans the flame.

A strive to perfection or what we think is perfect is what leads us to hate.

Thorns on roses.

Thunder on a sunny day.

A bee that stings, you and me.

All an imperfect masterpiece because afterall the niceties maybe we will see.

Thorns are to protect the delicate petals on the plant.

Thunder and rain on a sunny day is so the grass doesn't dry, a bee only stings when agitated.

No one sees are true imperfections till we point them out and no one sees beauty till we get past perfection.

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder but i think beauty only goes as far as are minds let it.