Anonymous asked: you are beautiful.

Curiosity releases authenticity from the frames. Your eyes peruse the words in the cage. With layers of paint and dust in your hands, you remove my actual self from the comfort of its lies. Argent vines untangle themselves from my persona and weave threads of innocence. Untainted thoughts float in the air without direction, not following the rules of existence. The shadow lingers in the background to unmask the anxiety in my veins. You see broken smiles in eyes that admit defeat. Your fingertips brush the remnants of regret in search for tranquility. I free the racing thoughts in my mind to illustrate their vulnerability. My heart stutters without its disguise. I lie alone without a facade. You find beauty in words I fear, and all I can say is thank you.