Beauty In The Breakdown

Take my body until human voices wake me and I sink into a sea of oblivion. I want to escape and let the wind pick me up off of my feet. If you are at your loneliest, waiting for a miracle, then I'm not so sure I'm your thing. My baby hands are becoming a small piece of glass, just another pretty thing to look at. I've always been a dreamer ever since I can remember. I am so content and full of peace on the outside, but if you search from within, I breathe fire through my eyes. I want so badly to feel the sound of color. There is pain I have buried inside of my chest just waiting to blossom and bloom. I have an extraordinary heart and a burning soul, and that will never stop. The war in me makes me a warrior. Find your purpose. My purpose and my calling in life is writing, and it all happened with a pen and a piece of paper. I write for those who don't have a voice to speak their truth. The people who grew up way too fast. Don't ever be afraid to ask questions even when you don't know all the answers. We are exactly what we feel. Every single one of us are broken people, but nothing is ever too broken to be fixed.