In every story there is always a secret garden
where the children go to be lost. The purpose of beauty
is for destruction and no one seems to agree.
If life is a story, then every person is a child.
And if the world is a garden then everything
not previously mentioned is flora/fauna/plant.
The trouble with acknowledging/thinking/realizing
the beauty in everything is it gives way for people
to take and destroy.
Children take flowers when they find them, not
understanding that you’re supposed to let them grow.
This is a deadly misunderstanding.