artbyksusha
artbyksusha:

Conceal 
By Ksusha Scott

Sometimes most delicate flower has a such persistence to grow through a concrete,  no one would believe it would, but it does. Often beauty armors with thorns to protect itself from harm, and what others see is ugliness and strain. And at times  this beauty finds a shelter, from others, from pain, behind a glass, behind a drink, or something of sort. A hideout. But it is not a natural environment. Can’t hide always. Sooner or later you have to break free. Or become a wilted, dead flower your own prison of denial.

artbyksusha:

Conceal
By Ksusha Scott

Sometimes most delicate flower has a such persistence to grow through a concrete, no one would believe it would, but it does. Often beauty armors with thorns to protect itself from harm, and what others see is ugliness and strain. And at times this beauty finds a shelter, from others, from pain, behind a glass, behind a drink, or something of sort. A hideout. But it is not a natural environment. Can’t hide always. Sooner or later you have to break free. Or become a wilted, dead flower your own prison of denial.