by Aimee Jaskot |
Another ignorant
soul shredding the meaningful details of her life in an endless search for a fairy tale. My discontent is boundless. I always find fault with the good I am given. I toss idols down from their pedestals, strip flowers of their blossom petals, and find myself most at home in dirty gutters staring at the stars' innocent beauty. Clouds pass by and I wave my mind in frustration at their distance. An ideal is pretty but comforts me not. I want to find beauty at the heart of things. I want to find out if this love is real. |
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