we come in watersand leave
in dust…
we come perfectly rounded
and leave
imperfectly cornered…
life then must be
the end
of perfection.
and death…
just a gap towards the beginning.
we come in waters
"Flowers are red
Green leaves are green
There's no need to see flowers any other way
Than they way they always have been seen"
Why should we see things the way it has always been seen? Why not the way we want to see?