Over the hills of rolling green grass, I come in search of an emotion that  is foriegn to me. This emtion I only see with my very eyes yet the concept of it confuses me, leaving me in depression. I walk across hills and hills of soft carpet lawn. The sun  is bright, the breeze covers me like a blanket. I then came apon a field of weeds. The weeds were loud, their laugh scares me. The actions they do were typical, not a surpirse for anyone yet one still cant expect the fact that its intention is to grab attension. once I stubbled onto the field, I was uncomfortable, its common sense to leave but its something about weeds that makes you stay and watch.My mind knows its entertaining but to be caught with one is a sin. Now still walking,  the weeds mulitply and the hills disapear, the sun turn ill in a dark gray skin tone. I stand there looking among the weeds, im mute which the weeds know Im different. They came closer, taunting me in a screeching manner, thier faces turn bright orange in laughter. I ran, head down holding my tears to find a safe haven. Leaving the outskits of the field of tornment, the weeds in population die down. I sat down. I crossed my legs, hugged my thighs and cried.The sorrow was not new but the pain hits me like the flu, it comes now and again but without caring to it, I'll become sick. Then I heard a voice. My mind couldnt cope with the torment to look up immediately. After a pause I looked up. It was the beauty, the aroma of a rose shot me with amazement and relief. Her face gave me comfort and trust. Her smile knows what ive been through. Her personality knew my struggle and related to me as if we were the unique beens of an universe. Time progessed, my depression becomes a memory. She also felt the same way. She lived in the field for an eternity, the customs of the weeds frighten her but she fights on to aviod defeat. I knew my safe haven wasnt a to run away from the field but rather to live in it with someone to company you to make it home. Then came the moment I fantasize about all my life. When I confessed my heart to her, she faded away. A force dragging her, stronger than that of the weeds, pulled her away from me. The action crushed me but her reaction.... she had no expression..... I knew as time passed on she found her way out. She had no intention of telling me, she knew this was going to happen. She didnt say good bye. I poored my emotion to someone who I thought could be my light from the clouds. I now accpeted the moral and sollwed it deeply: The rose among weeds hurts you by taking you heart, destroying it and blowing it to your face.