Flawed Rose
Velvet red rose petals slowly dance in the wind, held together by a pure, perfect green stem. She opens her eyes. The sun is spreading golden light as she looks in the mirror at her reflection. Her golden, perfectly straight hair falls down her defined shoulder. The matching outfit and makeup, aesthetically pleasing, that she had chosen the night before is laying on the chair beside her bed. She starts putting on her makeup, the same way she has all these years since elementary school. Her mirror shines bright light onto her as she uses her face powder. The room is illuminated by the morning light and then she hears the noise of her vibrating phone next to her bed. She picks it up to text the person right away. Putting on her makeup with all distractions takes a lot of time. As time passes and she puts the last stroke of powder on her face she looks in her big mirror. She inspects her makeup with a critical eye. Her eyeliner is in perfect alignment to the arch of her dark eyebrow that perfectly puts a contrast to her gold brown hair waving around her shoulder. She starts with a comb to untangle the eyebrows that have a perfect shape, and she fills them in with a dark brown pencil to make her beautiful green eye stand out. The makeup is perfectly organized around her. Her phone is placed right next to her and vibrates from time to time. The vibrations add a harsh tone that leaves a painful ringing sensation in her ear.She responds quickly to every notification, so fast it is almost like she is trying to stop the terrible sound of her phone before it begins.The clothes are all in light tones with the newest trending shirt. As she puts her clothes on she thinks about how her routine has been the same for years. She puts on her shoes that are aligned with all her other white vans next to her door. Before leaving the house she picks up her lanyard with her key and leaves the house. She wants to find the perfect rose from her dream. The sun is shining through the trees on this mild day. Her phone is always with her in hand, and she is completely sunk into it as she walks down the sidewalk to find her rose. The constant harsh sound of the vibration disrupts the beautiful atmosphere. There is always someone texting or posting all day and night long. It is not really interesting to hear all the gossip and keep up with people she does not even know, but she does it anyways. Already sunk into her phone and all the information about social media, she doesn’t see anything around her anymore. The field is silently waving in the wind in front of her. She stands in the field trying to find the perfect rose of her dream. Then, she plucked the rose and examined it, but it is not what she expected. A dark green stem with a scar in the middle, barely holding together the spotted red petals. A dried out rose with bloody petals.
Velvet red rose petals slowly dance in the wind, held together by a pure, perfect green stem. She opens her eyes. The sun is slowly shining into her room and she sees the mirror with all her makeup and the outfit she laid out for the next morning. She wants to find the rose. She goes to her closet and pulls out her sweatpants. In a rush she puts on her sweatpants and a shirt as the sunlight starts filling her room. She takes a hair tie and puts her hair into a messy bun as she looked one last time into the mirror and leaves her room. She grabs her shoes and keys and rushes out of the house. Her phone is left behind on the charger as she runs down the street into the sunrise. When she arrives at the field she sees the rose, the imperfect rose. She grabs it and holds it in her hands with a smile on her face, as she sees the spotted red petals. A dried out rose with bloody petals. She never thought such a little imperfect thing can make her so happy but she realize that being who you are is the most beautiful version of yourself you can be. She leaves the rose peacefully swaying in the wind, in all its beauty and imperfection.