Pretty[boy] In Pink

all these pretty things, don’t say that you don’t notice them

all of this melancholy feels so self-indulgent. aren’t there more pressing issues to focus on? but i can’t focus on much these days, except this lingering sadness, which creeps in every night beneath the cracks no matter how hard i try to shut it out.

beneath my skin and behind my bones, my heart is beating wild and furious like a bird flapping its clipped wings against the bars of a cage. i am watching the white snow swirling against a white sky against a landscape of white and i just want to feel peaceful. instead i feel so very unsettled.

i want something bright and shiny, bold, beautiful and new to break through all of this grey, to light me from the inside out: blinding white hot, shake me to my core.

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