From My Monsters To Yours.

Hello my sweet readers;
sometimes,, when we dont see the light at the end of the tunnel, we force ourselves to get used to the darkness, with all its beasts and screams and aloofness, and somehow along the way; we can see the beauty in it. Like a butterfly with clipped wings, so graceful yet so painful to watch.

This writing of mine; is that tunnel. My tunnel can differ from yours, but i hope my darkness can be some comfort, so you know, we all have the ugly monsters, vulnerable cracks, and sharp claws, and that its okay to have them, if not even; to love them.