Beautiful Disaster.

I've found the little things to mean the most. I've found unwanted thoughts come at the most unappropriate or desperate times.
But, I do know...love happens when you're least expecting it. It comes like a tornando picking your feet off the ground.

Everything I wanted didn't seem to come so quickly

We trampled on what's left and still we disagree

As if I tried to make my life crumble,

As if I didn't pick myself when I would stumble.

I saw you in that picture frame,

With your head bowed with shame.
Why did you do this?

How do you exist?

Everything in my head says,

really, I'm alive

But my heart doesn't feel

what you would soon contrive.

Everything is so beautiful in the world of hatred. You may see distruction and evil in what's wrong with our society. But if you look close enough, you might see the beauty in what's not.

A beautiful disaster.

And maybe that's what my life is exactly. I don't have everything figured out yet. I don't understand a lot of things.

A lot of things happen to me that I'm not neccessarily okay with. But even though it's all so disasterous, it's still beautiful just because it's my life.

I'm lost in the words I find so inevitable.