Sometimes the universe
makes me believe that
we are our most beautiful selves
when we are at our saddest.
To be vulnerable, to admit that vulnerability
to show the truest part of ourselves
to show the deepest part of ourselves
the part so hurt and broken and yet innocent
so pure.
This purity, having been hidden for the longest time
is now here
right on front of us, speaking to us
so clear, so real
so immaculate
so sacred.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
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