And remember—this is what matters. Words. What matters is not their matter but that they matter still. Still, quiet perfection in words. Balance, and structure, not straight-laced, but lucid and dreaming all at once.
Tag: writing
Words.
What matters is not their matter, but that they matter still.
This.
And this
is all you wanted
it’s this simple
and this small.
A Self-Consciousness Kicked-In.
It’s the rhythm of the beautiful words breaking.
But you said there was a beauty in the broken
There was a beauty in the broken
You said there was a beauty in the broken
A beauty in the broken words.
The rhythm.
You said there was a beauty in the rhythm of the words
A rhythm to the breaking
A beauty in the breaking
You said there was a beauty to the breaking of the words.
Magical: Day One 