I don't know how I feel about the word "beauty"
It seems to be something that you either are or aren't
But I don't use it to describe people
Or myself
I use it to describe things
Poems, nature, songs, you get the point
It's so mesmerizing how something as simple as a few notes on a piano
Or a couple words on a piece of paper
Can be worthy of the word "beauty"
I think the world is beautiful
Not the people in it
After all
All we do is take up space
Or at least I do
Sometimes it feels like I'm alone on this earth
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vanessa wallace (
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You will never be alone when you can write words like this.
You are right though there is more beauty to be seen in nature, words, music and art can can be seen in most people.
I see the beauty of the soul not the outer vessels.
Yours is shining wonderful!
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