in between worlds

I just finished reading a poem by a girl I used to know, a poem that lyrically was gorgeous, that had so much meaning in the words, in the letters, in the construction of the stanzas... it was brilliant. But when you understand what it means, what it is conveying, it's drastic, depressing, and totally heart breaking. This is a girl I know that is unhappy with herself, with life and her writing is not happy, bubbly, or enjoyable to read, but that's what's so beautiful about it: about her writing and writing just in general. To convey that emotion in words, to show how she's feeling or how I'm feeling at that moment, is the ultimate and timely beauty in constructing a piece of writing. And of course, you can always look at something lyrically and find hidden meanings and amazing structure in how the words fit together, the sounds they make and the verses that are formed, but it is in the emotion that is displayed that is the absolute most beautiful part of literature, poetry and prose. When you can find a meaning in my writing, or in anyone's for that matter, it is the most sincere, romantic, and poetic form of writing and those words on that page seem to make sense in your own context. They live and breath, those words create a life, a moment in between reality and a dream world, and it is in that moment between worlds, that life makes the most sense...