I'm feeling quite broken, (oh, my I do indeed like this font.)
My day is consisting of waking up, barely eating, breathing and brushing my teeth.
Stupid, seemingly insignificant neccessaties.
I'm lucky really. I'm just not feeling like seeing what I do have, and being grateful for it all at the moment.
I feel too enveloped, consumed by the pressing matters at hand, around me.
I wish I had a Knight in shining armour.
I'd be one grateful Damsel in Distress, but ofcourse I'd be slightly too Freudian for it to really work.
Sure, I could look pretty in a profile picture.
But despite the photographers efforts, it would always remain as Not My Best Side.
The wonders of poetry and paintings is quite glorious really, isn't it?
I laugh at the fact that so much Beauty is suffocating me, and yet I do not, or refuse to see it.
I'm nothing spectacular, but I'm sure as Hell magnifiscent, in my own little, slightly, okay humongous weird way.
