Raz
Bluelighter
This is something I posted in my journal last night, but I kind of liked it so I thought I'd put it here as well. 
I find myself by the ocean, thinking of flowers that bloom in darkness and friendships which aren't what they seem.
It inspires me, this black endless mass which spreads across the world; it inspires me to walk upon it and draw from its endless sum of knowledge.
The ocean will always be forgiving.
It makes me think that all things are possible, and that change is transitory. People may rage and cause pain to the ones they love, but we're still beautiful.
I surround myself with friends who see that. We play at cynicism, but underneath it all is the search for beauty. The search for that black flower.
A black dahlia grows at the bottom of the ocean, standing against the pressure of a million tears and a million different sadnesses. Against all odds, dark beauty.
And I will submerge myself in those depths of lightless water a million times over just to see its beauty again.
This has all been worth it.
I find myself by the ocean, thinking of flowers that bloom in darkness and friendships which aren't what they seem.
It inspires me, this black endless mass which spreads across the world; it inspires me to walk upon it and draw from its endless sum of knowledge.
The ocean will always be forgiving.
It makes me think that all things are possible, and that change is transitory. People may rage and cause pain to the ones they love, but we're still beautiful.
I surround myself with friends who see that. We play at cynicism, but underneath it all is the search for beauty. The search for that black flower.
A black dahlia grows at the bottom of the ocean, standing against the pressure of a million tears and a million different sadnesses. Against all odds, dark beauty.
And I will submerge myself in those depths of lightless water a million times over just to see its beauty again.
This has all been worth it.
