Neither of us are simple people are we? We both make beautiful mistakes, we make beautiful things outta the dark.. We turn it into the ever-allusive "art" like Greek language and the finished fabric of silver linings. We push thru the middle wall of partition, hunger the break habits we can't seem to break, and lies spoken over our lives that we are too rotting & fried to turn away, that nestle in our head like old burns and egyptian caves.Then we turn these deviances and heart-aches into something we can free our emotion into, like pottery that's more beautiful when it's broken.
Yes, I think we are altogether getting more and more lovely, traipsing around in our head, making false gestures at change, and casting cheap spells on each other & the world, like riding around sideways on a tricycle, fearing nothing but the normality of a brighter future.