Alone in the darkness, I ask myself if tonight is my last. But I take a picture to remind myself that if anyone can find the beauty in this life of hopelessness and guilt and heartache, it’s me. So I stare into the face of sadness and instead of looking for flaws, I look for elegance. Sometimes pain masks the grace in each of us, but sometimes, if we look hard enough, pain reveals it.
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Your a good writer, I read a couple of your others. I can never seem to tell (or finish for that matter) a story. My mind seems to wonder, I jump from topic to topic, ya know?
beautiful
this is beutifull.
lovely picture. Your words remind me of what I told my first love “my ugliness is beautiful”
Thanks.
Almost good enough: It’s funny you’d say that. I wish I could write exactly what I am thinking in a particular moment. It would convey my feelings with more accuracy I believe. I admire the people who can write down their thoughts as reckless and contorted as they may be. It seems I have to wait for a moment of clarity.