they say that every grey cloud has a silver lining. is it possible that i'm a silver cloud with grey lining? and i'm tired of the stopping, starting, rewinding. i'm like the mona lisa in a dark alleyway a pretty picture covering up the scars beneath is it possible that i could be a dark alleyway hiding a mona lisa underneath? and to find the beauty hidden, i have to dig a little deep? they said i was too young to let this world break me little did they know that i had the power to do that myself it only takes one loose thread to pull a dress apart and a seed of doubt is where it all starts they say every grey cloud has a silver lining. is it possible that i'm a silver cloud with grey lining? made up of pointless thoughts and doubts that could evaporate in any second? my grey lining may be what i strive to remove to achieve perfection but in truth it is our imperfections that make us every bit more beautiful and like every cloud, every #life form i'm a part of something bigger a part of a beautiful cycle all in sync and all this stopping, starting, rewinding? the hard work behind the beauty? that is the perfection i should strive for