For There is more than what meets the eye✨

To see further than the average….
More than the ignorant…
yet, humble enough to recognize that perfectionism can not be possible in this world.

It’s just….
that light….
that beautiful,
enticing light I feel most attracted to….

Like the wings of a night moth…
As it radiates towards what is familiar.

And yet…

I see the underestimating…
I recognize their energy,
their dark spirit,
Their shadows….
…that linger in the corner
of the enemy’s eye.

….It was a maze of Beauty and Madness.
Each thought painted with a different color; a different image.
A different kind of Magic.


Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

But you see…
Red was never really her color,  
and neither was blue.
Why couldn’t the Violets be violet, and the Roses be too.
F* it.
Let’s paint them yellow and green, orange and pink, even black and white too.

And so….
She left them all blank….
Waiting for the sky to turn green and the grass to turn blue.

As more than one person in this world, carries that same crazy as you do.
Crazy is a reflection of what we see in one another.
Crazy is nothing more than the perception of the perceiving.
Our darkest selves in the face of the other.
Co-existing with our brightest lights.
As we Try to balance it out just right.
That Beautiful, emotional, cunning Crazy.
Crazy is our indifference.
Crazy is our same.
Crazy is You
&
Crazy is Me

Your Darkness doesn’t like my Light.

Bc It gets too close to your own.

I believe in many realms.
Many galaxies and other things that may contain them.
Many Worlds.
After all,
What would ours be.
What would time look like in a frame?
Captured in a single moment,
held in stasis by the apathy that exists.
As The world spins to our chosen reality.
Within every beauty that captivates us.
A smile exists in a fiction we learned from a fantasy.