In the eye of the beholder…

Beauty.

What is beauty?

Is it nothing more than a

fleeting

          furious

                    feeling

quickly lost to the noise of the world?

An image of a dream we grasp onto and chase down?

Can it be seized?

Can it be held?

Can I behold it?

A dream.

Floating away on the clouds…

Come back.

…come back…

please…

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(This was more just a free thought that popped out of my head. Written as I thought it. So, again, welcome to my brain.. it’s a bit messy in here.)

 

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