There's a vibe in the air I don't quite understand.
I don't know if I'm supposed to or not.
Though it settles on the heart
and
weighs
you (me)
down.
Still. I find immense beauty in Bleak Things.
I love grey skies. I love dead trees.
I love that the leaves are falling.
So maybe,
if I can find beauty in the bleak things that are physical...
Perhaps there's beauty in the bleak things that aren't.
That's true.
There's a sweetness to pain. A bitter sweetness.
Forgive me for the rather melancholy air of this post.
I'm just trying to figure something out.
With utmost sincerity,
Kaitlin R.
