Beautiful self-destruction

Why do we destroy what we find beautiful?

We pluck flowers and make tables out of trees.

We pick on those personalities that seem to laugh at life.

We go to school for our passion, only to be red-taped and roped in to something that looks nothing like what we loved.

We self-destruct ourselves.

We ruin good relationships.

We paint up pretty faces and photoshop celebrities.

Why can’t we wear what’s good, like diamonds?

Why can’t we live in the light, instead of trying to capture it in our mason jars?