by understanding someone, whats unwritten becomes undone, one stroke of the pen revealing the heart, just a little bit closer to the hidden part. a simple start, one little spark, each candle of truth, spot lights in the dark. we may not be perfect or tidy or sweet, and our inner complexions are never concrete, all neat and easy to get your head round is not a way to describe us deep down. strangely this is where our beauty lies, more than the face the lips and the eyes our magic is in what is buried inside,
so please
lets
not
hide
:)
happy thoughts beneath my wings
