I see life in simple terms. I see the beauty in basics. I can see…
The glow of low sheen timber floors and blank canvases. I see the beauty in a rose, but not from a market. A rose that has grown wild in a garden, free to bloom in its own way. They smell sweeter. They have life and lustre. I see beauty in drops of dew that have traversed leaves and stems to hang on the end of branches. I see beauty in wild cherry blossoms that will never bear cherries, because they love what they already are. They know nothing more.
I see beauty in a ray of sun piercing a curtain to brighten a gloomy, dusty room. I see beauty in a whiskey filled glass, because it means there is a belief that pain can be dulled rather than extinguished. Sometimes pain is all we have to hold onto to make ourselves feel real. I see beauty in pinky promises. They hold the hope of innocence and the conviction of commitment.
I see beauty in dog fur on a blanket, because it means a dog slept peacefully and in warmth. I see beauty in a small child laughing, because they haven’t experienced the real pain of the world yet. They know only the hardship of scraping knees and losing toys, not scraping hearts and losing loves.
I see beauty in the way an animal looks into a face, with the trust afforded to many, and earned by few. I see beauty in tattoos. They tell stories of a standing truth, that people are willing to proclaim to the world for as long as they shall live. I see beauty in a five dollar note. It’s only plastic, but it means more than money to me. It has hidden meanings that nobody else will ever know or understand, because thy are only mine to know.
I see beauty in bonds between people that cannot be broken, because forever is a real thing, however fleeting we may be here to feel it. I see beauty in a message tone, because it holds wonder and hope and curiosities until eyes fall upon it.
I see the beauty in something run down and shabby, for not only what it once was, but what it is, and what it could be again…in a different way. Transformations are as important as originality or recoveries. I see beauty in faded colours, flaking paint and broken pieces. I see beauty in broken people, broken souls and broken hearts too.
I see beauty in animals, and in people, and in the world, that they don’t see in themselves…just like me.
Always hold onto what you see. It is yours alone.
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