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September 16, 2012
Are they beautiful?

I've never considered them to be. They just...are. There. Put down in a moment of haste and regret. Products of a disease that I lost control of a long time ago.

I often wish that they were beautiful. Beautiful enough to paint pictures in the mind, evoke emotions and whisper truths that would make people smile and sing. 

I fail, and I know I fail. But I can cope with that. I keep working.

But if someone thinks that they are beautiful, then all I can say is, thank you, and thank you again.