Sometimes it looks like a beast.

It's not that life is always attractive, I've just chosen to find beauty in the monsterous. When I look around I see a lot of heartache, but it cannot be only me who believes that souls looking for comfort is a beautiful quest.
All of this confusion and lonliness,
the masks that we wear,
the bitter, cold, angry facades we choose to step behind;
The emotions that we try to escape being consumed and governed by,
the feelings we pretend we are bigger than,
the things we attempt to detatch ourselves from,
things that fester and things that grow.
These discomforts that we run from, always looking over our shoulders to find their giant limbs keeping pace with ease,
I find them beautiful.
I'm not in any way trying to claim that I don't look within the lines of society's rules for "comfort" and exclaim when I've found them that my life is now truly gorgeous, because I also refuse to admit that it's okay for certain emotions to be a part of my soul, I hide behind many different faces to escape being confronted with bitterness and uncomfortable uncertainty. I guess I'm only realising that I'm starting to see beauty in awkward and uneasy forms; beauty that absorbs all aspects of human life.
I'm thanking God for struggles because it gives existance more dimensions. I'm thanking God for pain because it reminds me of reality.
The other side of Attractive seems unescapably powerful.
Our "ugly" and "undesirable" is littered with a realness that I find gorgeous.
~~
Krista
I'm running out of receivable words.



I love life.
I love discovering myself through my interaction with other people. I love discovering other people through their interaction with me. I enjoy seeing the humanity in someone's eyes. I'm frustrated with pretending I don't want to know what you look like. I want to continue finding pieces of soul in my passers-by.
I like finding questions.
I'm discouraged in the way I choose a lesser path because it's easier.
I don't want to hide behind my feared beast, Intimdation.