Beauty?
You ask? You tell me. Something so blatant yet holds a degree of complexity. Interpretations a million to none; The excellence the glamour the astonishing awe when captivated by it. A gift you say? The honour the splendour the mere ounce of magnificence-a ticket to love…
… An advantage or a diabolic deceiver- the trouble the pain the misconceptions, the doubt. The forever existing doubt. Is it real? Are we real? Is this irrepressible emotion latching and tugging at the roots of my heart reciprocal? You question lust… over-analyzing the possibilities of this bastard of a barricade blocking the true light- to love? You ask what it is. You still sceptically wonder if something so “beautiful” can be so “evil”- manipulating even. The juxtaposition mystifying you till you cannot even breathe or think or stop to realise the clear answer starring right in front of you through your rose tinted glasses. You fathom the fact- It’s a curse.
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