If You Can't See Anything Beautiful About

I Sit Before Flowers 
hoping They Will Train Me In The Art 
of Opening Up

I Was Never Meant To Be This Thing.

My Heart Is A Protest That I Let Rally Against My Ribs.

Scrape The Grey Sky Clean. Realize Every Grey Cloud Is A Smoke Screen To Blind Us From The Truth, And The Truth Is Whether We See Them Or Not The Sun And Moon Are Still There, And Always There Is Light.

To Discover The Thing You're Brilliant At You First Have To Endure Realizing All The Things You're Average At.