Writing:Sorrow is Beauty

Eyes open, close, whisper to see, be forcibly blinded by truth... my boyish hands become balloons to float me away, I can feel the extension... ribcage collapses inward to encage the heart as it blips out secret messages in morse code... Not knowing how to interpret this dot dot dashes, I lick the sodium from burning crimson pupils... and swallow hard. Desire builds in this hollow vessel to separate itself from the material world, where lack of risks and courage, make us endentured servants to our indecisiveness, where ice cold blades feel warm against coats of painted pale flesh.

Sorrow is Beauty to Jaded Happiness.