“Thank you”

How beautiful these words are,

Wrapped with crystals of gratitude and proximal harmony.

Beautiful, are those moments;

We look toward the mirror,

Utterly appreciating our reflections.

Beautiful, are those moments

Where darkness is a wave of peaceful splendor,

Void of emptiness and pain.

Beautiful, are those moments

Where we choke on our bad decisions & lay them by our graveside.

Beauty is when the heart desires consciousness.

Gratitude.

Give some love to Lawson Elijah by reading his previous entries for The Ugly Writers: