Write to let it flow and give it that morning afterglow which radiates from every pore of your skin and enlightens all around you. There is no balance as it all hangs in the air like dust particles waiting to be inhaled and sneezed out. No time to reach for a tissue and shield others from suffering the same consequence. Beauty is when and how the light hits you, looking is just a P.S. Only a few get the opportunity to behold such rare sights. And when you do get that chance, cherish it so that it lasts during regret.
Regret! Only in high sight bitches