A Sunday with Flowers
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder but when talking about flowers everyone agrees it will always be beauty.
I'm a fan of flowers because not knowing, it encourages me to smile. I'm an emotional person or rather an overthinker. I'm always worried about what people will say about me. This lessens my confidence I know but it's just hard to control after what I've been through long ago. Escaping in the crowd is just my excuse to avoid people that may judge me. No matter how much I stopped these kinds of thoughts; There were times I could prevent it but most of the time I couldn't.
Not a child but acting one, being afraid of those eyes. I ceased to smile, instead just letting the tears show emotions. Forcing oneself to be happy as an alibi that thyself is strong. Though not fooling others but fooling yours truly even if it matters hurting inside.
Yes, it should be about beautiful things or words. It's Sunday and should be a day full of beauty. I happened to glimpse the surroundings with flowers. I saw beauty but at the same time, I was seeing the previous ugly. It was not easy to forget because it was carved already in my heart. It's like a scar in my heart that will never be erased. Even so, I didn't refuse to feel optimistic in life. I'm still thankful for life and that reason is enough for me to continue living.
I am not knowledgeable about the names of flowers. I don't think their names are important since their beauty is fine enough to appreciate. I enjoyed watching them while using my mobile phone to store their beauty even if time passes or their time being beautiful withered. It's not about compiling memories of them but saving them for future preferences.
The truth is, the thoughts are only random just to express a beautiful day because of these flowers. Also, I want everyone not to be disappointed in life even though there are so many ugly things in the world. There will be a time that we can ignore that ugliness and consider the beautiful things in life. Just keep kicking because that time will come, we just don't know when but for sure it will come.
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Paul is the name but prefers to be called mrnightmare that feels like living in the dream. A country boy and a dreamboy (dreamer) who likes to stay in a small village even though it means abandoning the future to become a seaman. The passion is writing but not sailing in the vast ocean. Don't wonder if the face will not be shown, this is better where the words can flow smoothly. Come, you can tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine. Together, let's explore the world by broadening our thoughts. If you need a shoulder I can lean you mine and I hope I can lean yours. The world is fun when living is not being alone but with someone.