I'm wearing:
1. Rose embroidered faux suede sweatshirt in black, from Zaful.
2. Super skinny jeans in black, from Asos.
3. Suede Chelsea boots in black, from Frank Wright.
4. Wide brim hat in black, from H&M.
5. Rings, from H&M.
The winter rose, a flower that's both beautiful and toxic... I like to compare people with flowers because we're more similar than we think and, my friends, I've had my share of pretty winter roses throughout the years: people that you're drawn to but that, in the end, poison you and turn you into something that you're not, into something else.
The idea of a rose that blooms during the winter might be interpreted as someone with a sturdy personality; don't get fooled by their charms, toxic people loom around us everyday and they're closer than we're able to perceive. My biggest love story involved a girl like that, beautiful on the outside and also on the inside (or so I thought)... It's not that she was a bad person, because I don't think she was (is) but she had a toxic effect in me, she was killing me (and my hopes) slowly by drawing me closer to her (yet not really as close as I felt)...
My best friend from middle school/high school also turned out to be a winter rose, she poisoned my mind and twisted everything; I lost and severed a lot of my relationships because of her and, ultimately, she took everything I thought of her and threw it in the garbage. The best thing I did, and I really think I'm right on this one, was cutting them both, pluck them out of my garden. It hurt, of course, but, while getting rid of poison is never a pleasing activity, it's something that we must do.
// La rosa de inverno, una flor que es hermosa pero es tóxica... Me gusta comparar a la gente con flores porque somos más similares de lo que pensamos y, amigos, yo he tenido mi buena dosis de lindas rosas de invierno a lo largo de los años: gente que te cautiva pero que, al final, te envenena y te convierte en algo que no eres, en algo más.
La idea de una rosa que florece durante el invierno se puede interpretar como alguien con una personalidad resistente; que no nos engañen sus encantos, la gente tóxica está a nuestro alrededor todos los días y más cerca de lo que podemos percibir. Mi historia de amor más grande involucró a una niña así, bella por fuera y por dentro (o al menos eso pensé)... No es que ella fuera mala, porque no creo que lo fuera (sea) pero tenía un efecto tóxico en mí, me estaba matando (y mi esperanza) lentamente al acercarme a ella (sin que fuera realmente tan cerca como yo lo sentía).
Mi mejor amiga de secundaria/preparatoria también terminó siendo una rosa de invierno, ella envenenó mi mente y tergiversó todo; perdí y dañé muchas de mis relaciones por su culpa y, finalmente, tomó todo lo que yo pensaba de ella y lo tiró a la basura. Lo mejor que pude hacer, y realmente pienso que estoy bien en esto, fue alejarlas a ambas, cortarlas de mi jardín. Dolió, por supuesto, pero, si bien sacarse el veneno nunca es una actividad placentera, es algo que debemos hacer.
Love always,
Henry.
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