Honesty is beautiful

I love unmade beds. 

I love it when people are drunk and crying hard and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. 

I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they are in love. 

I love the way people look when they first wake up and forgotten their surroundings. 

I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies.

I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the 

clouds.

I fall in love with people in their honest moments all the time.

I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared make up and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to be described. 

But sometimes we try too hard to please everyone we often forgotten about our own feelings. We suppress our thoughts and end up thinking about it repeatitively. We get told to never bottle negatively feelings up otherwise we will create our own spiral of negativity, but sometimes that is the only thing to do when the people you want to open up and disclose to isn't there. Smiling is infectious. It is the most easily picked up gesture but the hardest to keep when you are down. Keeping everyone happy is probably the hardest when you feel grey inside.

Perhaps it is easier to be honest with oneself and just try and keep the best smile on, after all maybe that smile which you are trying to keep on is making someone's day.