It settles gently into form

nothing forced to stay

Edges soften, lines dissolve

drifting into grace

Every flaw begins to blend

nothing out of place

There’s a calm within the shift

something almost kind

Like a weight that disappears

just by changing mind

Beautiful decay

shaping what remains

Everything that falls apart

never looks the same

Colors fade but hold their tone

balanced in between

Every loss becomes a part

of a wider scene

There’s no struggle, nothing pulls

everything aligns

Like a pattern closing in

without drawing lines

Beautiful decay

moving without sound

Every piece that disappears

never hits the ground

If it feels this natural

was it ever wrong

or just something I have seen

this way all along

Beautiful decay

holding every shape

Nothing left to recognize

nothing left to break