every species has its weaklings,
every tree its cracked branches,
there is equity in loss and rotten eggs, i know.

but what does the sorrow in my heart
bring the world around me
but more little drops of despair in this giant sea ?

if i cannot bring myself to love
as it is wanted from me,
if loneliness is the price i pay for a breath,

i would hope somewhere in a desert
a most beautiful blossom
dare to wake.

So simple
To hide something
You must hide it
in plain sight

Deep under the obvious
above the known

So is it really hidden then
or just waiting for the right time?

Bite your tongue
Hold your head up
Waist thin
Hips wide
Cheeks flushed
eyes piercing

what really classifies as beauty
when there are so many rules?