Aesthetics

Aesthetics

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.

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