I guess everything seems beautiful when you're sad, somehow.
You write when everything seems too dull, when you're drowning in your feelings or when even crying cannot heal. You sing when even writing isn't enough. You sing despite the cracks in your voice. it fills voids, somehow. You dance numbly, you really feel it, cause the world has been that cruel to your fragile soul and you can't even stand that idea and you just wanna pour it on something.
Everything seems too real when you're sad.
Sadness turns you to an artist, unapologetically.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
