so pretty

everything is fine. 

winter is here, as is my youthful best. 

trees of green and red roses fall dead at my feet, but only to myself. 

everything is nothing. everything everything. 

it’s so... pretty. 

christmas lights shine dull in my eyes

I will deck no halls this time of year. 

marooned in my psych, wondering what is real, and what is not; dreaming at night is but a nightmare in it of itself. 

butterflies of june are visions of december moths fluttering out of the dark and into the brain. 

fires die, and trees rot. songs end, and bells cease their ringing.

smiles fade and voices echo into nothing, almost like a break. 

but you cannot break what is already broken. 

I feel so pretty. 

life is so so pretty.