you’ll meet them
somehow and feel them
in foreign or even familiar places
they’ll break and hurt like hell
in such unpretty, intricate ways like no other
but don’t hate them
instead, learn to love them as much
let them be the most magnificent part of you
this is why you’re here
this is where you’ll slowly grow to find your bit of soul
Today I've learned why
some stories have open endings
and how grotesque paintings
Like when I secretly
peeped through the glass
portion of the door
when she was nearing
the end of her routine.
She spun perfectly balanced
with the tip of her toe, eventually
settling in a form
of a bow rose hunter.
It was confusingly stunning.
I couldn't understand
half of what transpired but
I guess that's the whole point.
I get to dream
while she keeps her privacy.
isn’t gonna be comfortable
it’ll be weary and continuous
we will also be quite fascinated
by many of these hopeless little chases
for perfect things
learn to search for the will to live decently
and keep trusting your worth
there’s plenty of magic left for you here
it’s a fickle sort of thing we do
hanging around with
these little terrors
amidst the feeling of fullness
accompanied by the bitter ones, too
that stagger along in fragments in our vessels
it became such a contradictory
for some of us still finds the ‘better'
from the opposites