I imagine that there are beauties
that surprise us sometimes-
shining out of natural smiles,
the curves of light
on a face with downturned eyes-
unguarded moments
of loveliness and truth.
Woke up and found this written in my notebook.
I write in my sleep sometimes?
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
this is lovely =)
and sleep-writing is the best. i jot down interesting things between dreams.
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