Too pretty art. Life isn't pretty and I don't understand even, why in my mind something pretty must be poetic. Art, poetry aren't just pretty. Feelings aren't that easy. It's hard sometimes. It's not that light.
It's not plain. And why we want to be just plain? Why we not accepting our curves.
Sometimes I feel like everything sucks, I am not telling that there aren't moments when everything sucks, but we can't let other tell to us, that we are not enough.
I like when life is pretty, but maybe it's not true. Just is poetic in real sense of that.