We live in between the break
Of things,
Mostly broken and curled up
Into each other.
The glow of the screen,
The result of a million jolts
Crammed into one place.
I suppose we do need things
To spend our money on.
Things that we can add to our dreams.
Especially if it doesn't interrupt
What we've waited all day to watch.

For two broken pieces
Sitting together on the couch,
That's alright.
Of all the times you've appeared
In my dreams,
I cannot tell you what perfume
You had on,
Or what designer brand you wore
From any of the commercials
I've seen.
But when our show goes on break
Or whatever movie we're watching
goes off,
The best advertisement I've seen
Is the way you look at me

She was darkness but not consumed by it. she was without a filter— She saw the world for what it was. She saw people for who they really are. She was the happiest yet the saddest of all. She was full of life but also so empty. She was flawed like so many but yet still flawless. She was beautiful when sun rises and when the moon comes out. She showed so many emotions but none really defined how she felt. She smiled so much that atmospheres brightened. She was and is a queen like any other woman out there

-Vibeactivist