vanity, lust, and blunt, upfront honesty. Three traits that define and dictate every aspect of my frail existence. Granted, I do have other applicable qualities; but nobody thinks to look past the obvious. Nobody cares about what they can't see instantaneously. The tiny components that everyone ignores, the ones that compile in a mass of emotion and action, creating a mosaic of a person, complex, but at the same time, simple. But some particles of existence are larger than others. Those are what is taken into consideration as the court of society decides how you will fare in life. But what if those smaller parts, gone unnoticed by the neglectful jury, what if they can grow? What if they were to swell into an enormity and break down the walls constructed by society's standards? And then the dust, the small pieces of nothing you brush off your shoulders, it would be your downfall. Each speck of personality compressing into one giant pattern of disproportion.
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Academy Of American Bullshit
PoesíaCollection of poetry, parts of short stories, and the occasional rant written by an artist who is angrier than she'd like to admit.
