i was born with a deep hunger for beauty.
a gift and a curse.
a gift because i am awed by the dirtiest city streets, the crease of a face, the smallest, frailest star.
a curse because i am always searching for more.
my stomach is always empty.
i cannot subsist on sugar alone.
i cannot cut it out.
i cannot live without craving what kills me, because i find darkness beautiful, too.
YOU ARE READING
permanently unfinished.
Poesíawe write our feelings on paper because we have no one to turn to when our vision is blurred by tears and our chests are crushed with sadness.
