This is all just bullshit.
All of it.
It’s mist. Beautiful, ephemeral mist.
Beauty is so painful.
I find beauty in death, beauty in birth –
The life in between is growing pain. But that’s beautiful, too.
There’s no hope in madness, and there’s no hope for the sane. And that’s beauty…the most beautiful.
I guess what I want is to skip the ugliness in man, and woman –
But ugliness is inherent in all of us.
We are all entangled monsters, clumsy, awful, yet somehow, strangely and delightfully,