Everything is so hopelessly beautiful. The sadness in the air. The dying of leaves and coming of winter. Romance in the fabric of heavy curtains. In the cigarette smoke that dances in warm sunlight. Being and nothingness. Solitude so sweet. Weak and fragile like a butterfly. It’s not a sin to be small. Not a crime to show some sense of feeling. Eyes and rain, drifting in the breeze. Late night journeys through places on the brink of destruction. The landscape that never ends. Always on my mind. Never out of thought. Love, stained into the bones within our flesh. Stained into the soil beneath our feet. Stretching to eternity, we will never be apart. We will dance until the end of time. In the atoms of our hearts, we will live forever. Pain is only temporary. To have existed, and to have tasted joy and freedom, that’s the gift. That’s what takes us outside of misery. To break down is natural. To feel sorrow is what it is to be truly alive. Wear your scars with pride. Stand inside your love. All those yesterdays, signatures of faith. All those promised words, a reminder of how we once felt. We are everything and all, wrapped around the burning stars that gave us life. The universe exploding at the base of our spines. We are animals and angels, singing in a language so sacred and pure. Sometimes, it leaves me so breathless. Sometimes, I struggle to breath because everywhere I look I see wonder and beauty so vivid and sincere. It’s in the lonely souls. In the voices that carry. Like Lennon once sang, we all shine on. And we do. In each and every moment of our flickering, brief lives. Like candles in the darkness, we shine so bright until we shine no more, and for this I feel blessed. I feel like nothing can hurt me, because everything is beautiful. It’s all so, so beautiful.