Sugar Words

Gold can mend broken vases and make them look more beautiful than the overrated flowers that lie in there waiting for a human to pick them up and burry them from where they came- soil

But unlike flowers, humans will never appreciate zero displacement always being unaware that even though how many mountains we climb we are still near the soil, particles of bodies sticking to your particles just like it would after you end up in the same soil.

When I is swapped with U it makes it soul, but gold is too expensive for hearts that have no grace left, only stiff muscles on its way trekking mountains that is taking away source of life- humanity.

Where skin is valued more than heart, how will the broken vases be ever mended, when bruises and scars mean full sleeved t-shirts.

If love was an hour glass still it would be wasted by a lifestyle always running away from sorrow that could have lived by holding a rainbow coloured umbrella for someone’s ashen sky.

Its not a work of an artist, its just work of a human to create a masterpiece out of some else’s sorrow, take it ; add little warm colours to a cold heart. A little blisters here and there, not fatal weapons in a battlefield.

This time I’ll pick a battle inside a person, climb a mountain and lend them some gold from my heart before its just dying flowers and soil.