Beauty and sadness

Beauty, with all the inspiration she brings, leaves my grey matter alone to its greyness, until the notion of color is so diminished and love is completely out of the picture.

I am the liar who hates lies. I am the punished child running away in tears of a heart I have broken: my own. I am the creator of beauty or the artist who paints a picture of words, then thoughts, then realizes that it was not a painting, it was reality, or at least my personalized version of which.

I get confused also, and paint confusion with words on a piece of paper and send it to you so you'd know not what is inside, I have no reason to want you to get to know the freaking confusion, but rather to know me, the creator of confusion, and to know what I think of you and what you do, the cause of my confusion.

Alas, there is unavoidable sadness, but coverable. Just like the lies covered with my blinded eyes, for my mind insisted to see only beauty.

Adventure

It is surely an adventure to attempt a description of an endlessly intricate feeling. Because there are aspects to life, there are things that are finer than perfection. A man’s emotions inside his head, not his heart, are untamed again and his perspective on life is changed forever.

When a heart is tamed, a man is lost forever; wandering aimlessly anywhere the wind blows him. But lucky he is, who allows himself to be set free upon the effect of beauty and releases his heart from the tame and chaos and welcomes a new life, a better life, where his heart is untamed and his life has a heading.

I no more seek to explain my feelings for they are rendered tasteless once cast into words. In this new life, I am to value my heart as a very precious thing I care never to lose and never to give away to those who are not free.