Alive

Life is beautiful

And so perfectly flawed

It’s a dance of mistakes and splotches of ink

Over lines and lines of scrapped writing

Life is terrifyingly amazing;

it draws you in with its tempting creation

It is desperate for wonders in the darkness:

it exploits them for their naivety

Contradictory, so lovely.

It is the sweetest honey in a bed of nettles

A voice that you feel more than you hear

Life picks away at the seams of its own carefully quilted masterpiece

It’s never quite right

Never quite perfect

Some say it has no meaning

but with such grace and deliberation,

You can’t help but wonder,

if you believe nonetheless

Life is cold, cruel, chaotic

It showers the sinners with praises and gifts,

The beggars with silence.

And life does not care

But you must still

Accept, breathe

continue