I wonder. Do you know what it’s like being a 10 in a 1 world? Broken and unfix-able. The most beautiful sun shiny thing who’s spoken of in ill wishes from those who have done wrong. With a brilliant smile, sealing in their flying monkeys, they speak of the sun. Angels fell to the earth to save mankind and you spoke and acted back. You don’t ever want to be saved. You need someone to blame. Who better than the thing that makes no sense. The angel that chose and accepted you, with love. As easily as it’s given, it’s taken back.

Beauty is beautiful. Black to you.