Life is amazing right now. David proposed about a month ago, and it feels so good to know we're actually moving towards something good together...we've started looking at necessitates, and despite the formidable financial difficulties we are sure to face, I'm incredibly excited.
And now, a word on beauty.
Beauty...
Is everywhere, in everything, all the time.
In death and suffering, in laughter and confusion,
In naivete and bitterness.
One could observe the world and see not a shred of what one perceives to be
Beauty...
But she is there, in someone else's eyes,
Or goals, or dreams, or twisted, secret desires...
Beauty
Is not skin deep, but a natural part
Of who we are...
Who We Are...
Vitality, viciousness, intellect seasoned by steely ruthlessness,
Aesthetically all one could ask for and spiritually wretched,
Who We Are...
What We Are
Is a race of dragonflies,
Beautiful
And stupid. So stupid we drown ourselves
In our own cares and fly so quickly and recklessly
Towards our aspirations
That we break our bodies against the walls and even
Other beings...we fall to our deaths in pursuit of
What We Already Are...
Beautiful
Cannot be found in surgery or clothes or beautiful things,
But only in beautiful lives, in
Beautiful People...
And these are definite reasons why,
Though I may be plain and simple to see,
I'd want an elegant soul in me,
Instead of letting life drift by
As a beautiful, idiot dragonfly.
I remember Mackenzie telling me about how it so disturbed him that the occasional dragonfly will crash straight into a living person, so gorgeous and yet delightfully unaware of the frailty of said condition. It made me think of how money is worthless, as is beauty, because when you die you have neither to your name. So, in short, I wrote a very different version of the above poem, and altered it to my liking before posting it here. I hope it has provided enjoyment for someone.
Anyway, life flows on. On to another day.
"Who watches the Watchmen?"
Adios,
~W.V.~
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