Look at the world. It’s filled with cracked pavements,
trees with no more leaves, dead flowers, graffitied walls, chipped nail
polish, blinking city lights, white shirts stained with coffee spills,
children’s laughter, paint peeling off walls, rundown bookshops, used
tea bags, dirty fingertips, crumpled bedsheets, passionate kisses under
covers, chaste pecks on the cheek stolen in train stations, freckled
faces, toe-holed socks, drawers filled with poems, dusty attics,
unwashed laundry, hand-knitted sweaters, bonfires, words on paper, ink
on skin, and inhabitants with warm blood gushing through their veins
despite the coldness they feel in their hearts, inhabitants with a
plethora of emotions and feelings and thoughts and stories both happy
and sad, twisted and tragic with a slice of life.
Look at the world again. It’s beautiful.
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