There is no beauty if there is no pain.
There is no brilliance if cracks and splinters don’t allow light to shine through.
There is no way to reach the core
without pulling and ripping and tearing away the layers first.
Yes, raw.
But real.
And real is not achieved with ease.
Real is not achieved without tremendous suffering and tumultuous devastation.
Because real is tangible.
And beauty can only be found when feelings become both physical and visible.
Because people are broken,
and feelings our last crusade.
The beauty is in the march,
in the sore feet and sunburnt backs,
and the songs sung and words whispered by a dying fire under a starlit night.
Because people are broken.
Because we pick up the pieces,
the time and space,
the past and future,
and we hold ourselves together with heart and soul.
Yes, broken.
But broken together.
Because broken is everything.
And everything is everywhere.
But you are here with me.
You are broken.
But you are beautiful.
So I must be, too.
Because broken is beautiful.
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