We Find beauty in the ***** things...
the dirt beneath my finger tips.....
The black of my soles...
These scares against my skin..
These burns around my soul...
I've unwillingly given myself to many
countless times
I've used needles
To find that place over the rainbow
Where is the sun...
As I lay in this pit of Quick sand
nose above land
I breath with rocks against my chest...
Yet I survive!
Beauty in this ***** thing
Is not the appearance I put forth
but the story I left behind....