Beauty
I see beauty everywhere I look, but I can never seem to touch it.
Instead, it only seems to touch me.
I wish I could lose myself in it.
I wish I could run off with it.
I wish I could just stare at it.
Would it then get old?
Would I find new beauty in something else?
Could it run out?
I see beauty everywhere I look, but I can not define it.
Instead, it seems to define me.
In places I do not see beauty, ugliness protrudes.
I hate it.
I don’t want it.
I want to change it.
People say if you look hard enough, one can find beauty in anything.
Instead, I look at nothing.
Are they dreamers?
What do they know, I do not?
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?
I see beauty everywhere I look, but it doesn’t seem right.
Instead, it is tarnished by the ugliness next to it.
I fear it.
I don’t want to look away.
I can’t do anything about it.
Should I not look?
Should I compare the two?
Should I not care?
Beauty is everywhere you look.
I see it in you. I see it in me. I will learn to see it where I do not.
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