we are vulgar in the deepestof your woods. yet, we conceal our thornswith fleecy layer called skin. i mean why we are scared of our own shieldwhen it gives us the comfort the world doesn't give? after all, it doesn't hurt. rather i would say, "thorn is my reflectioni see in my waters, when i am baffled by different faces of the world. -- i can feel it (beauty in vulgarity).