I Guess. all i can

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,

beautiful.