It's easier for most, to live in the over edited world of twitter and instagram. Snapshots of our best selves are all we offer to each other, While we silently suffer. Believing the lies that we are not enough. That what we really have to offer should be hidden, behind lo-fi and crema. I can't do it anymore. The artist in me begs to be fully known - without which, being fully accepted cannot be obtained. In pretending with each other, our hold on what is real, and unedited is slipping. we start to believe in our make believe selves. And our fall from perfection is easier to conceal. I'm done. My heart will break as I see myself, and you, in our raw states. but whole. Whole and full of grace, is where I long to be. Perfectly broken, is who we are. And I have never seen such natural beauty.
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