My Voice

We're beautiful abominations. We're not quite right, we're far from perfect. But aren't we a gorgeous tragedy? Amazing how such a terrible world can somehow sculpt such beautiful souls. Surrounded by ugly hate, love somehow still blossoms. We may be made up of broken pieces and scarred bruises but, oh, we're all one of a kind. Our demons and angels, they're one and the same; Yea, they're who we are inside. We're a little bit of both so let's dance with our demons while our angels play the horns. Let's relish in every moment of insanity, embrace every eccentric piece of ourselves, and laugh ourselves to sleep. Yes, thank God, we'll never be normal. We are wild things.
(September 7th, 2014)