Beauty is a strange thing. We take the delicate flowers that sprout out of the ground for granted, we watch them grow then rip them away from their home. We kill flowers because we think they are beautiful, then we give them to people. Why can we not just give people love rather than a flower? If you want to give someone something beautiful, give them your soul. Open your heart to a person, let them read your story and maybe they will share theirs.
We destroy what we find beautiful to give to the ones that we think are beautiful so they think that we're beautiful.
Frankly, it makes no sense
