The World's Facade

     Sonnets are the new prayers of tattered hearts, as how mourning has become the sacred practice of appreciation. The Value is only seen when and once it no longer stays, it is nature to want what was never there and ignore what is. Doors are paths the restless confer to whilst windows become salvation to the holistic minds. A flower will be cherished for its pleasing display whilst the withered will be thrown despite being once a flower. The plain planes that carves the big blue above, resents the green beneath, of which its origins. History has become a comedy to the likes of my father, a tragedy to the ears of mu mother. Actors roam the streets for the intention of being seen by eyes that scorn them. Fools that remain in the same green pasture are smarter than those whom claim they are. Never reach for the stars, it is just.