The Thorn Of A Rose

 

Europe is very beautiful. More importantly this rose right in front of me: now this is pure beauty. I need to stop getting ahead of myself. Who am I kidding, I don't have a shot. If I mess up I will only be left with the prick of the thorn. I, myself, am not too much of a rose charmer, more of a dandelion collection  service.  Although I feel self conscious and anxious, my eyes can not leave her direction. The pedals are all so luscious; curving in the perfect way. She is just ever so beautiful.

  

I’ve been living here most of my life. How blind can I be?  Right in front of me, my whole life this rose has just been staring at me. Everyday I go out and take care of this rose, she gives me so much inspiration; the feeling of glee and joy is just so strong when I'm with her. My love is growing a tremendous amount and the sense of my stomach turning is becoming too overwhelming. I need to talk to her.

 

All of a sudden, there is a strong wind. The force is too overwhelming for me to go outside. As I watch from my window to make sure the rose is okay, I suddenly find her dancing with the wind. She is so happy. With the blink of my eyes the wind has stolen her, but she appears happy, not sad, happy. I run outside despite the strong force and I am just left with the prick of her thorn. The feeling I was afraid of… 

 

With the cold of night approaching, I decide to immerse myself into a forest, the feeling of despair rushes over the European jungle and the cold, depressed darkness washes over me. The trees are rustling with the wind howling like wolves. As I'm walking through the dark forest, I end up at a sheer rock face. I look down and the rocks are glimmering like razor blades. One would think to find anxiety and stress when engulfed in a forest of darkness, at the edge of a clif. But to me, I am not scared, I feel as if I am finally free. I decided to shut my eyes; reflecting on today. There was so much pain and damage caused by the wind and the rose, pain that is so bad it allows you to lay on the razor blade rocks and finally sleep at the expense of your life. For the final time, as I close my eyes and let my body fall to sleep. I trust in “God,” everything will work out the way it should.