First off, the title is just for kicks.
My favorite part about this picture, I didn’t have to do anything. Someone had taken out the roses from an old bouquet. And when I walked past, they were just there, waiting to be clicked. It’s sometimes wonderful to stumble upon a piece of nature in the midst of our electronic lives, I feel.
Second favorite part, the picture is full of so many possibilities. I can’t put a finger on one particular emotion. Happiness, melancholy, nostalgia, pain, retrospection; it seems to take form of however you’re feeling at the moment.
Last, I’d just like to put it out there. Roses are anything but romantic. Flowers in general for that matter. It’s like saying, hey I saw something pretty and alive and I brought it to you so you could watch it die in your hands.
Ma what is red?
The color of love my child
But I see blood everywhere, on torn clothes and empty roads
Red blood that knows no religion, no nationality
What is childhood?
The age of innocence and wonder
But I see eyes full of terror, tiny hands holding guns
Lost in the chaos of life and death
What is home?
Where you’re safe and happy
But I see closed borders, horrors at the sea
Waves alive with screams
What is peace?
When everything is all right and the world is one
But I see shattered hopes and broken dreams
I see humans against humanity
I see misplaced faith and diminishing integrity
What is future?
They say the future is space, the future is Mars
But the earth is burning, can’t they see?
I see and I don’t want to anymore
Can I go to sleep ma?
Yes my child
What if I don’t wake up?
Then you’ll be in a better place
For we’ve created our own hell right here.