Why are we so
Obsessed
With perfection?
I prefer
Scars
Stories
Sweat
Falling asleep feeling
Safe.
All stories don’t end
With
Happily ever after
But they do end
When they need to
When words aren’t enough
Or there aren’t enough words.
I wish there was beauty
In endings
A perfectly lit photograph I could take
But they’re more
An empty space
To perhaps fill up again
One day.
