I am
I am spilled paint on the kitchen walls.
I am broken cd's on the bedroom floor.
I am shattered mirrors on the bathroom tiles.
I am a bloody bottle broken in two.
I am bruised knuckles after a long night.
But I am also a middlemist red on a feild of orhide's.
I am also a laugh after a good cry.
I am also the first sunrays after a rainy day.
I am also binge watching movies with a good friend
I am also drunk late night talks with a loved one.
I am both destruction and beauty.
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