18th May

She raised the lit cigarette to her swollen, red lips and inhaled, her black smudged eyes revealing a world of hurt yet unknown to many. The smoke whispered out from between her lips, inundating, lilting upon her skin. And for the first time, I understood what it meant to be human, to not be morally right or wrong, or pure or polluted but to just be. To exist in one moment in order to exist in another. To believe that you are broken in ways that nobody can understand. Because this darkness that you feel embracing you, is nothing more than a string of inaudible words, am explosion of silence, voiced to those who hear nothing but noise. And if they do not applaud you, remember that it is not because your words are not beautiful, but because they do not possess the ability to love something they cannot understand, for it takes a broken soul to truly understand another.