No. 12

We are the broken and the used.

We are the refraction of life becoming what it wills, knowing existence for what it is and admiring it for what it is not. We are the exhausted breath of the all mighty, and the reverberating truth of all its lies. We are the discarded, the neglected and the tangential flow of beauty's imperfection. We are the filters of life, hemorrhaging the arteries of love with the artistry of pain. We are all that we have, we are all that we need.