Through the filth,
beauty stands.

 I saw this sofa, I saw curious beauty. Upon closer look, it was filthy. Stained, weathered, damaged, it sat still,  exuding a simple sight of comfort and charm. It served as a reminder. We have the choice, let our damages define us, or pull from our deepest and find that beauty. It is a terrifying thing to allow yourself to process all the suffering and sadness around, but even more, it is divinely fulfilling to grasp those things and look forward. To sit in comfort, grace, and charm. To be without scars is to be without history. To be without pain is to be without love. To be without the struggles of yesterday is to be without the delight of tomorrow. It is the truth of this world, and for that I am grateful. Through the filth, beauty stands.

"WE CLING TO MUSIC, TO POEMS, TO QUOTES, TO WRITING, TO ART BECAUSE WE DESPERATELY DO NOT WANT TO BE ALONE. WE WANT TO KNOW WE AREN'T GOING CRAZY AND SOMEONE ELSE OUT THERE KNOWS EXACTLY HOW YOU'RE FEELING...."