What is beauty?
Is it nothing more than a
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?
Floating away on the clouds…
(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.)