writing.

i once saw poetry in your smile. honesty, beauty, love, laughter. life!
my thoughts and emotions run naturally deep. in the winter they sometimes retire and sit upon a shelf.. dusty until summer. i see poetry in the way things move and look... and feel. to be different and good. there are so many things that take beauty away. the fake, the lies, the darkness they hold inside, the drinks they need to dilute themselves with to escape the world. the things they hold on to, a mere mirage of emptyness... something so dark and lifeless. lifeless because their is no substance, not depth, nothing to complicate you or nothing to chanellege your mind. a state where thinking is put on hold in a bubble that protects you from the caotic world of hate, lust, lies, and pain. but in hate , lust, lies and pain is a lot of beauty that defines what being alive is all about. to feel, to think, to touch, to smell and to hold. life is love, hope, and making your dreams come to life. and i loathe the lifeless.. the ones consumed with escaping it all. the ones who are afraid to feel.. to feel something real.