In a garden full of thorns, he found a beautiful flower. Passing each day he admired this flower among the weeds growing and giving beauty to all the others. Everyone admired the flower from afar. Some even came close to feel apart of its beauty. Some were relieved to feel that this flower stood to listen without judgement of them.
As he passed by one day, he was no longer able to restrain his captivation. He plucked the flower! As time went by, the flower brought light and freedom to him. He felt alive again. But alas! his flaw was arisen again. He started to pluck at the flower’s petals piece by piece. Those that were supposed to be history to him, arose again with envy toward the new flower. And he, not man enough to control his passions, slowly picked at his flower’s sanity, unknowingly, creating a steel hearted being. The flower smiled each time he plucked at her delicateness. Hoping and longing within herself that he would some day truly feel her love. That he would someday love himself in that healthy way… That he would someday be true to himself. So that they both can truly shine together but she thought maybe he was too late as he tried to correct his wanton ways. His flower started to die slowly. Dying from the damaged petals which were taken away. Dying from the fractured thoughts that were left by his uncaring words. Dying to know that mankind do not know how to love himself.