Lost In Beauty-

Sunday, January 30, 2011

I love you.

I love your hair.

I love your knobby knees.

I love your sausage fingers.

I love your green, green eyes.

I love the creases you get in your face when you smile.

I love how you miss me even if it's just 5 minutes that I'm gone.

I love the way you smile,

And how you laugh right on cue.

Just know that I'm on my way.

I'm on my way to you.

And we finally figured out that there's not enough time.

There's not enough time in the world.

the beauty exposed ;

'If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea,
I'll sail the world to find you
If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see,
I'll be the light to guide you'

'We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.'

Let's think for a moment, about all the people in the world. Are you thinking about them? All 7 billion of those tiny little souls roaming the land, going about their own little business and minding no one else's. But the thing about all those tiny little miniscule beings is that, they are all connected.

Now this isn't any of that 'Lion King' stuff where the universe goes in cycles and we all go round and round and round and all the animals burst into song at the first drop of a feather. I mean, that might be true but it's a totally different story. So let's get back on track:

7 billion people in the world, 500 different ethnic groups, 190 countries, 7 continents. Yet, somebody always knows somebody else, who knows somebody and so on and so on. I can't help but wonder if there really are some invisible strings tying us all together l believe that there are some people in this world who you are inexplicably tied to. You may not know it, you won't see it, you probably won't feel it but life just seems a little empty without them. Of course, you wouldn't know why your life was feeling a little bit empty, it'll just feel that way.

Then there are some people who you undoubtedly know you are tied to. Because all the evidence points towards it: You can't ever leave their side, the sky is just a little bit more dark and gloomy when they're not around and when your heart tugs a little bit at those strings i mentioned earlier, you'll find yourselves together again.

So if we're all connected, maybe wars shouldn't happen. Maybe floods and earthquakes shouldn't get people down. Because there's not enough time. We should all be looking for those people we are tied to. So that we can spend as much time as possible with the people who we've been missing all our lives.

the beauty exposed ;

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Let's all just down a few beers, put on some skirts and just get freakin' wierd.

Let's all just dance in the rain, put glow sticks down our shirts and see what it feels like to glow from the inside out.

Shiny, bubbly, gone.

'When life gets too hard to stand, kneel.'

When life gets you down, get up.

Shout, scream, bleed. Let yourself know that you're alive.

That you can do anything.

Because in the end, all that matters is, you were there.

And.

Never, ever forget.

To take lots of pictures along the way.

the beauty exposed ;

Monday, January 17, 2011

'‎3 words, 7 letters. Say it and I'm yours.' - Blair Waldorf.

I always wonder what it'll be like on that special day. You know.. that day. The one where you get a boy and a girl and some other people together dressed up all proper. Of course, it's not the other people that matter. It's usually the boy and the girl. Just those 2. It's amazing how only 2 people can create so much magic.

It's sort of like pixie dust really. It floats in the air, makes you feel like flying a little. Takes you to neverland. Where, instead of never having to grow up, you never have to leave. And then of course, there's the clothes. The big white dress, the roses entwined in hair, the strapping tux, the huge bouquet thoughtlessly thrown into the air, awaiting the next lucky bride-in-waiting. And then of course, the river of champagne, the many tiered cake, the selection of cuisine, all compliments of the 2 lucky birds of course.

But i'm sure they don't mind. Do they?

But I think the most important part of the whole shebang, the real crux of the whole matter. It's not the cake, or the dress, or the roses or the people that don't matter. It's that little piece of metal, that little band that fits perfectly around the fourth finger on your left hand. At least 2 are always presented at this kind of ceremony. Some are cheap, some are expensive, some are silver, some gold, some have diamonds, others have pearls, rubies, sapphires and all that jazz. And, (if you're lucky enough), some have words appear on them when you throw them into the fire. But why you would throw something like that into the fire would be anyone's guess.

Whatever it looks like, however much it costs, that little round piece of solid material equates unequivocally to a promise.

I promise to be there.

I promise to love you.

I promise.

Why you ask? Why put so much responsibility onto that one little gesture. Well, that's because, that's a piece of forever. Melted down, cast into stone. So that when it is finally put onto your finger, it is almost as if it is saying 'i will love you forever.'

Je t'aime pour toujours.

the beauty exposed ;

Thursday, January 13, 2011

"It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted." Jem Carstairs.

Let's postulate for a moment, that you love somebody.

Not somebody that you like. Or 'sort of' like. Or, heaven forbid, dislike.

Let's say for a just a tiny second, that you love this person.

And when I say 'love', i mean it as a 'pretend to like their taste in music' or 'let them have the last chip' or 'die for them' kind of love.

Not superficial. Not artificial. Not temporary, but forever.

Now say you love them. If that kind of awesome love is even conceivable to that squishy little brain of yours. Love. Love. Love. It fills you up and holds you down so that you kinda feel like a balloon, full of helium and floating up to the stratosphere but not, because you're tethered to a metal pole somewhere.

Love. It ain't just nothing. It's everything. It fills every nook, every cranny, every bamboozled crack in this messed-up world and glues all the pieces together so that we can see the picture clearly.

Love.

Amore.

Ai.

Lyubit.

Love.

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