written flowers

People like to write about flowers.

Well, I could do that too.

Write more about flowers than all of you.

Flowers written in words, their beauty nothing more than a concept to marvel at. I think beauty is to be enjoyed with our eyes, staring at the lavish colors instead of reading some poem about escaping from a cluttered garden. Life is here to be lived, to be enjoyed and not seen as some selfish ploy of gods to make you feel misery through awful sensory. As I run through the fields, you run through your words, and this is not to say words and writing aren't good, but you need to know when to take off the hood of the cloak you hide in, life only explained through words and not lived through the experience of the world.

As I write, I realize this irony inside of me, writing about flowers and life as we know, just saying we should enjoy this world and reap what we sow.