There's always Hope

It is my burning home. Raging with fire all around me. It burned me alive. But amidst all this, the white flower on the vase, stood. The petals witnessing horror in silence and withering its beauty to soothe me. Still they remain fresh in peace. My quarrels with my own mind and heart, it could never be that easy. The green stalk is delusional. It makes me paranoid. I can never find grey in this place. It is all bright with light making the end even more darker, reminding me that you are something in everything.