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Beauty in a Beast

The torn up landscape of my selfish heart
Lying still, awaiting a single drop of sunshine
Spotless within…filled with bright yellow patches
And desire’s ugly scars on the outside

Bordering on the edge of reason
Perched on the boundaries of a sensible life
Cold and dark, small and barren
Searching for pink rapture, wrapped in purple melancholy

Wallowing in self-obsessed oblivion
Exiled by illusions that sanity imposes
Unheading that gentle lover's sigh
Following its own, relentlessly guiltlessly

Sweet goodbyes

Do sweet goodbyes really exist? Growing up is actually letting go. Of your illusions about life. Of magic. Of perceptions ingrained into your soul from the day you were born.. that a happily-ever-after exists. That the future holds something big, something huge…. something different. That you are meant for something… amazing. And your dreams are like caterpillars bursting from their dark cocoons to become colourful butterflies or something like that.And then one day, you are 23. And WHAM. (That’s the sound of the bubble bursting).