She finds beauty in what others find mundane;
She fills her rooms with photos, music, art, sentimental odes to Paris & New York.
She sees pictures in the clouds,
She cultivates art from that which otherwise would perish.
She almost always looses herself in the beauty of the musics fashion.
Her soul is that of a painters,
It draws magic from every vein;
And the cynics could never take hold of her heart,
For even if she was indecisive and unsure at times, one thing was certain... She always knew who she was.
She gives all of herself to another;
Without expectation and is undeniably drawn to the broken...
Broken people with broken eyes and broken smiles. Moved by their passion. They are not beautiful for the way they look but merely for the way they just are.
#arj #edited #mycandidconfessions