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Esthetic Arrest Prt I: Beautiful

The human mind fascinates me so. Have you ever landed your gaze on something or someone beautiful? It was like the act in itself rendered you paralyzed. Completely against your will but strangely voluntary. The stare. I do that shxt all the time.

If creativity says Let God Speak. Then Beauty says Look at God. To deny the magnificence of life and thus being alive, is to take the sand from the desert.. To rid the ocean of salt. You are denying the fire its flame, you remove oxygen from air. You are seeing things in black and white. You are racist. :)

Beauty when experienced in such raw awe, makes us feel good; studies have shown. Makes you wonder doesn't it? Could we clear the clutter the system has overloaded us with? Will we then, as a people go on the craziest adventure to find Beauty in everything?

I'm down if you are. Shxt, when I saw you, I felt threatened and intrigued at the same time. Why are you even talking to me? Laughing at my lame jokes. Can't you see everybody in the spot be looking at you?

Beauty can be so aspris sometimes. You've seen it.. The sugar daddy phenomenon. And now the blesser situation. Prostitution. Promiscuity. But surely this is not the beauty of which I speak? That seems to me like surface beauty, parlor tricks with monetary incentives. My beauty is naked. Uncensored and crooked in the smile. I see you and I see beyond. A work of art. Poetry. The Dance and the Music you Are.

I hereby vow to look upon you like a statue that hands gold in the day and silver in the night. Let's see that smile again...?

Fxcking Beautiful.

Z

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