Beauty and pain are found in the cradled corner of solace
Beautiful it is to tuck yourself into your familiar flesh and crevasses.
All the while Pain leeches upon my toes as they curl in yearning anchoring me in my bed as my flitting heart is cut loose into the whirlwind of desire and the unknown.
Why do we construct these solemn promises with ourselves?
Why I am I so willing to blindly throw myself into the chasm of love and possibility when there is no guarantee?
There is beauty in this bedded pain I feel. No matter how lofty my heart and mind may be this sack of flesh that contains me reels me back to reality.
Fucking bittersweet