seven.

what is beauty?

is it the places? is it the people?
where we go, who we are
perhaps it's who we visit and who we decide to love
what we believe, what we do with our lives.
maybe that is beautiful.

that silent desperation in someone's eyes
the times we wait and wait and wait
for anything:
for change
for love
for just someone to notice.
moments of vulnerability and brokenness.
hitting rock bottom, only to find the light again.

AGAIN, there's this pressing question of what makes something beautiful?

society tell us lies.
rolling around the question
the concept that with time beauty fades
but the heart contains the most wonderful traces
of anything that could be remotely considered beautiful.

beauty to me
is simple.
it's a smile,
it's chatting awhile,
knowing that you're loved.
holding those moments dear.
finally feeling like you belong.
feeling you have a place, a mission, a passion.

my heart takes to flight.
the sky opens up and seizes my plight.
over and over again
i'm drowned with the beauty i see.

the small things.

surprises me, catches me off guard.

kindness.

hellos.

sunsets.

to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived - that is to have succeeded.
(rwe)