When I saw this competition on Indiblogger about "what real beauty means to you?", I didn't think I would write about it nor did I think I would be sending it to them. I just wrote down what was fleeting through my head when I was going back home after a late night movie with one of the best people in my life so far. I was in a cab and the weather was just perfect. The roads had a deserted yet mysterious feel to it. The breeze was pounding on my face with a vengeance which only nature can so softly inflict and there were the world's best musicians playing into my ears, as if they created that song just for me.
Beauty is that which reaffirms my faith in the sheer existence of love and humankind.
Beauty is what makes me want to believe that God exists or at least existed.
Beauty is what makes me smile when things around me seemingly goes wrong.
Beauty is what makes me as belligerent as a kid.
Beauty is what gives me that extra jive to write when I am not able to.
Beauty is what makes me want to be with someone even when we are loggerheads.
Beauty is what makes some unpleasant truths bearable.
Beauty is what makes me dream, lets my imagination far and wide.
Beauty is hope personified.
Beauty is truth.
Beauty is what makes me want to see her smile and for which I would sacrifice many a thing.
Beauty is what makes me never forget someone, something, some place.
Beauty is music, beauty is nature, beauty is all around.
Beauty is my muse, my whore, my beloved.
Beauty is what made me write this...