The world through my eyes.

Life, what a rather odd thing, for each of us perceive it in a different way.

My perception is different from everyone else's, yet exactly the same underneath.

I look at the sun, and I see not the bright beauty many do, I instead see the dark corona around it.

I look at flowers and see not the life it possesses during the summer months, but the death it shall experience in the cold winter.

I see everything with a dark shroud. But still I thrive, still I love, and still I look to the future. And I trust that my dark outlook will not fade. Nor would want it to.

Author's Note

Just like the title says, this is how i see the world. Admittedly not the best example of poetry, but I still love it.