A Moth Among Butterflies

For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.

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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Deep Down

It feels as though I'm deep under water, swimming to the surface, but

never

truly

reaching

the

air

that's what depression feels like

-b.m.

Anatomy of This Blog

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Deep Down