…..Beauty is what’s pleasing to the eyes or sometimes to the touch, it’s the effect that we expect, the feeling is never complex, it could be what’s found in nature, or a building we erect, or an event where time was spent, at times it feels like memories are held not in my brain but in my chest, my breathing becomes irregular cause of beauty and it’s effects, turns dark into light and night into day, never mind the gray, but even that can be touched by beauty some day; it’s according to what we say, the measuring quantities are more internal anyway, forget what’s on display. Beauty is often used to describe strength, even if it’s intense and broke out the fence; but it becomes a monstrous beast the moment a human being becomes it’s feast.