the most beautiful flowers

the most beautiful flowers aren't the ones we receive from our lovers or the ones we buy on sunday mornings.
they aren't roses or daffodils, they aren't peonies or daisies.
they are the flowers that grow from within, the flowers you choose to nurture every now and then with love and affection. the flowers you planted when you had your first kiss or read your favourite poem,
when you saw a new face or left an old one,
when you flew across the country to see your loved ones, or left your home.
these are the ones that are so beautiful that when they blossom, the whole world can see their beauty from within.
each petal gives the world a glimpse of the person you are, it carries a story, even more so the ones that are withered and worn.
so the most beautiful flowers are the ones from within, the ones that are assembled in your bouquet of life.

New world.

In search of a new world, where we don't lose to photographs and movies because we see fantasies we can never live. Where there would be no need to create platforms for illusions where we wait for the train of reality that is sadly, delayed by a few minutes of the drowning present.
No more coffee sips for a morning of mourning for our days were too long and nights too short. No longer are we occupied by the idea of being unique, but we come together in union despite our differences. A world where we don't try to see through the eyes of our neighbours, lovers, friends, a world where we don't let our insecurities get the most of us. Where we give the little we have to the less privileged. Where our blessings are no longer in disguise and no longer required, for we have learnt to be grateful with what we have been given. A world where we strive to be happy rather than successful, to be beautiful rather than pretty. A world where young girls no longer hide behind their false lashes or blushes. A world where love is not difficult to find, where loneliness is no longer known. A world with peace. A world with no weapons.
A world that doesn't exist.