Sometimes I let life get me down,
I hear my heavy breathe fill a room of complete silence like the waves hitting the cold grains of sand
but the funny part is the room is not empty.
In fact, the room is full of conversation gushing out of mouths like the blood of a fresh wound.
I see beauty through the flaws of the guardian at heavens gate because I have experienced what it’s like to be utilized solely upon how god has made me in the first place.
Despite the back-bone I have been blessed with, I am still fragile as though I am made of glass.
Call me crazy,
But I continue to love like I will never love again, Breathe like it’s my last breath, and shine like my wick has no end.