Why is it that we humans frown when we see a fellow human in a crown ? Are those our insecurities Or our mighty fears, Or simply a desire to have what they hold dear ? Why does a smile ignite fumes, when it is simply trying to perfume the garden outside, since the inner one is in doom ? What is this struggle to show appreciation yet feel overwhelmed, with all the incoming beauty, which is merely a strand ? What are these perceptions of feeling the lack, which was never anyone else's snack ? Why take things just to own, to feel that finally you hone the skill of survival and that of fight, when we are just a speck in the expanse of night ? What if we were shown the visualizations myriad, springing from each soul in the quest of becoming whole ? What is this completeness after which we run, are we sure that acquiring it would be fun ?
I bleed my heart on paper through words.