If you take a piece of something beautiful, and put it with all but a piece of something ugly, does the ugly become beautiful or does it remain as is? Does beauty have the strength to reign over ugly, no matter how much there is?
What if the ugly wants to beautiful, but has never had the courage, will it try?
I think it does. I think the ugly part will always copy the beautiful, until it ends up being beautiful, or until the beauty dies.
How does the beauty die? When it's original source of beauty is taken away; it fades, and when it is brought back, it shines. The ugly rejoices, and starts to reform... the ugly wants to feel true beauty.
What if the ugly wants to beautiful, but has never had the courage, will it try?
I think it does. I think the ugly part will always copy the beautiful, until it ends up being beautiful, or until the beauty dies.
How does the beauty die? When it's original source of beauty is taken away; it fades, and when it is brought back, it shines. The ugly rejoices, and starts to reform... the ugly wants to feel true beauty.
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It’s Wednesday afternoon.
This feels weird. I have the house to myself, again, it feels… timeless. Like nothing has changed, like words have been unwritten, and thoughts have been unvoiced, like memories have been unremembered.
And so I stare… waiting… with hope diminishing by the second… because everything has changed… and I’m the only one who can’t see it.
The clock still ticks, as more time passes, pulling me further and further from the past, but the past will wait for me, and next week I will rebegin my voyage back, I will be unsuccessful, I am sure, but I will keep trying... the past owes me, and I am coming to collect.
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Your shortest comment EVER!! Congratulations. ;)
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