Reflective Love

And when he touched her, she would crumble like sand. Poison were his fingers to a soul as pure as hers.

Your imperfections are your selling points. To overlook them means to miss your whole uniqueness.

When you sleep, dream of chaos. So that when you wake, you are always well received and beauty always touches you before the damned.

I wish I could hold you. But when electrons repulse each other at the atomic level, how am I supposed to find myself as one with you?

When all else is quiet and the chimes stop, know that you can be the noise the world needs, the ring that turns heads, the sound that makes the deafening silence of emptiness become ambition cherished for its beauty.