Today I give you a bouquet of weeds
and all I as ask of you
is to find the beauty and love once lost in the words that chimed from the bells upon society's tongue
If you listen, you can still hear them ringing
there so subtly, the wave of sound continues to pump into your brain impairing your inner vision
Stop them
Now listen
I know some people say they feel discomfort in the silence
But hold out for heart sake
Just be brave
Let the lack of sound force allow you to travel back to your true self
To the untouched soul once birthed years ago
This is the perfect time to reanalyze the things you once gave up on
No will but your own
Look closely
Every object has a million individual pieces within them
And a million pieces within those pieces
There's a lot more to see than we allow ourselves sometimes
A lot more to love
It's just so hard to concentrate with all that ruckus from the bells
Now open your eyes and look at me
here... take this bouquet
Now what do you see?
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