Depth of Field

The night assembles as the sun sets, but when it rises how do you know it is day? Without bad, there would be not good, but if good becomes bad and bad becomes good, what is it really?

when abuse drowns out love, it is a beast unleashed–sometimes it creeps below the surface or within your shadow. other times it is as violent as a hurricane tearing everything in its pass, but in the eye of the storm is it love? when the tempest settles and the lines are blurred with destruction, what have you become?

While I was at the library one day, I saw how tight the twists of my bracelet had pressed onto my skin, I noticed that my hand natural wrinkles blended with the imprint of the bracelet. I thought this was similar to an abusive relationship in the sense that the person in it, no longer realizes what they want or have developed a distorted perception of who they are.

So why not keep it chill in these carefree years. We are young, dumb, and broke only once afterall.