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Blue

There’s a strange beauty in all things sad.

People.
Moments.
Feelings.
Some say they make you strong,
Sensitive,
Receptive,
Cognitive,
Empathetic,
And that’s just the icing.
A cover of dry leaves.
A trailer of Nolan’s movie.
Destruction is beautiful
When it churns your guts
There’s no finding beauty in it.
Tornadoes and volcanoes
Never asked you to swirl
Neither to burn
They didn’t ask you to share their misery.
Yet there’s a strange symphony in their beauty
It’s dangerous to be around sadness.
To witness it from far enough.
Sad people.
know their marrow from bones.
collapsing veins,
fuzzy brains.
crawl under your skin
through and through.
popcorns and a glimpse of your soul
Vulnerable,
Burnt and desrroyed.
There’s a strange symmetry in sadness.
It destroys to create.
Create.
From dust and ashes
To bones and rockets.
It’s dangerous
That’s the cake
You don’t want not to taste.
Do you?

Poems

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