Dance, twist, contort yourself standing on your own thoughts, you are gathered with the masses the wind came by to play, ride, cross over, find yourself that defiant role, place yourself out there, crowds muddle in, around you, gathered in crowded spaces but still feeling alone and vulnerable, open up, say something, whisper if you must to be heard, whatever you become, be something, be someone.
Flower, I have picked you." "Yes, you have stolen me away." "You belong to only me." "No, you cannot possess my flesh." "Your scent is only for me now." "No, you shall not possess my soul." "I will crush and discard you." "Yes, but I shall still die as a flower."
May we all hold beauty close to our hearts the smile of a child real heartfelt emotions care we have for each other bright sunrises in the mornings memories that we can hold onto with the wisdom we gather as we grow.
Saddened angels above, weep while watching over mankind's destruction, grieving, crying, silent tears suddenly drop, form, descending, streaming like rain completing their journey in vain, no emotions being safe or exempt, but given time let's hope, pray healing may occur, surrendering hate, forgiving making it plausible to heal and begin maintaining a world full of lasting peace, observed forever, Amen.