I have a rose set as a background on my phone and I think it’s making me cynical. It’s been written before that roses have thorns, but what does that mean really? It seems like such an odd placement for something that can cause pain and suffering. Maybe beauty is trickery. Maybe it can’t exist without demons lurching in its shadows. Maybe it’s a luring mechanism used by people named Lucifer. Maybe beauty shouldn’t even exist at all, right? At this point, roses should hardly be used as a symbol for love. I get that love is hard sometimes, but giving a person a rose that has the potential to make them bleed hardly says I love you and I want to take care of you….here’s a band-aid by the way, you’ll need it. Roses should be black. See…cynicism.
My leaf is coming right along. I’m so glad I finally found something upon which to transfer this inner chaos. It’s certainly turning out wonderfully messy and all the while I find a toothpick’s worth of peace. It’s all about baby steps…they’re wobbly and often they fall, but then, if they’re not atop cement or in the midst of a rose bush, it’s followed by laughter, which helps.
You want to know something strange? I can’t seem to fall asleep unless my feet are touching. It’s like they’re lovers and can’t be at peace without the other’s touch. None of that sleeping with one leg under the covers and one leg on top of the covers for me. Aren’t my feet so very sweet?
18/08/2010 at 1:41 am Permalink
have you ever heard me call you my rose among thorns?