lashay
beauty doesn't always have to mean pain.
the real tragedy is living a life uninspired where our dreams will flow with hollow words begging to be filled but we drown them
a day like today.
on a day like today my eyes softly open to the sunlight peeking through my blinds as the sun gently touches my sleeping face to wake me
the ugly truth.
the ugly truth about your pain is that it is unique sure, other beings might have gone through a similar situation in the general sense
me vs. reality.
the nerve you must have to tell me to get out of my head as if the exit signs weren't blindingly bright a blinking neon red
always space.
i've died in a room there flowers bloom raised from the depths through the abyss of truths unspoken proof i was here changing and growing
be not afraid of the mind.
beauty is the mind that wanders the worlds most powerful tool the creation of galaxies each with different suns, stars, and moons
wear and tear.
setting up a canvas in the middle of the room sunlight is bleeding through the blinds that illuminate her face as she sleeps
Beautiful Ruins
beautiful people get away with everything they mesmerize you taunt and tease they make you believe they are flawless and the rose colored glasses they gently placed upon your eyes
