Beauty Of The Eye

A blink of an eye.

A short breath of air.

Is all it took for my world to crash.

To burn.


What was once my passion.

Became my hell.

The smell of memories

Fading so vastly

That I cannot comprehend.


How could I

Live in a world

Where what I love

Is erased?


How could I

Ever view the world

The same

As I did before?


Showered with thoughts

I walk out of my shop.

Leaving my world behind.

Sorrow sinking in.


Then I look up.


A night sky.

Full of stars.

A silent night.

Full of time.


I never noticed that before.


All this time.

All these years.

I had never looked up.


But once I did

Realization hit me.

And I smile.

I finally smile.


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.


And there’s beauty everywhere.

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