dreams are faded realities and after hours, you find yourself drinking off drunken whispers and choked sobs, feeding off the most convincing masks. how is it that we are not undefinable? and would that expose more beauty or more flaws? we are all broken pieces, gripping on the wrong sides of jagged edges, bleeding but pushing on. aren't full vases prettier than shattered pieces of the beauty it once was? and how do you hold yourself together if you were never whole? a factory damaged product, who are you? what is your purpose? and what is left to keep fighting for?
then flip that over. we must be bigger, stronger, bolder than our obstacles. our problems may define us, but don't let it become who you are. you may be built out of fire, but that doesn't license you to destroy. you are not a killing machine. you are a beautiful piece of art, you are light.
and you will shine.
- dina xx
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