What I've Given, Is What I'm Getting.

There were times when I was a wicked creature. When I was a rose that hurt her gardener with her thorns. I was a rose close from the heart of my gardener, and I hurt his heart and made it bleed. These times, I remind that I thought that any other gardener would be better, that there were a lot available in the world. What I didn't thought that time was that these gardeners are experts in recognizing hurting flowers, that they don't get fooled by them, and just take them as a decoration without caring if they get rotten and wither. I gave my gardener a bad paid for his good treatment, now I can't find a good one, now that my petals are falling and I'm becoming rotten, there's no gardener for me. Because what I've given to my sweet and caring gardener, is what I'm getting now, thorns.

Blue Like Me

What kind of blue are you wearing today? Are you covering that pretty color with another one that makes you look brighter but instead it's suffocating you? Are you covering yourself from every color just to confuse the view of everyone that contemplates you? Don't be ashamed of being blue, even though people think that it's a sad color. There's no blame on being sad, it's natural when you're alone. Don't cover the blue, make it brighter, clean it if needed. Paint yourself with all different kinds of blue, it's not bad. Are you blue like me? We can combine ourselves and bright together. We can clean that dirty blue and bright as well as the sky but without clouds.