Beautiful.
I like that word.
Every time someone says it, it’s referring to something with beauty. No matter what kind, or if it is beauty only they can see.
It has beauty.
And that beauty changes us.
The way we see things. What music we listen to, the people we care about.
Who we are.
If we don’t see beauty, we don’t stay.
And even if we don’t see it, we pretend we do.
We live for it.
We fall in love, we all expect someone to see beauty inside of us.
We wait all life for beauty.
We dream about it.
I guess, it’s one of the most powerful things in the world.
It can make even the most devil and hard people melt.
Just that, that one thing, changes everything.
Beauty,
beautiful.