Roses can be a sign of love, but also a bitter sweet harmony of life. We give roses with the thorns clipped off of them and with a white or colored piece of paper around the branches. We are hiding the true beauty of the rose. Love is not always sweet like chocolate or roses freshly cut with the dew still clinging to their petals. Love is a harmonious and bittersweet carriage of life. We get pricked and scratched with the thoughts and spoken words of people we love and adore. Relationships can be broken like a piece of straw with one spoken word, but can also be strengthened just as easily. No one knows what changes the states of it, but it's like water. Flowing and changing with time and placement. Every night they flow inward and every night they flow out, but true love is not the same way. True love is an unconditional emotion expressed through action, regardless of any circumstance. We must always keep true love not fake plastic love. [dream] I wake up, cold sweat covering my face. I get out of bed to wash it with some warm water and look in the mirror. I see a head, but no face. The life is gone and all I see is eyes and a nose, mouth and ears. There is no definition to it, but everything is there. I don't know who I am, or where I am. I can see, but have covered eyes. I can speak but have a covered mouth. My perceptions are lost in a haze of Reality and I forget that this is my real life. I'm a faceless person living in a world of nothings that walk the earth always destroying themselves to be "real". While in essence everything is fake to them even their own face and thier soul. [/dream]