Observation of beauty… Merely observing. So fragile the beautiful. But I long to posses it. Hold it in my hands. As the moon falls & sun rises over and over… It starts to seem I have to loosen the grip on that thing I love so much… So beautiful… It’s starting to hurt. The hurt. It’s a sign. Something so beautiful is, no doubt, worth surviving for… Worth waiting for. Even if it begins to seem like an eternity… I’ll idle my deep emotions, for my own mercy… Preparing and never losing hope for pure beauty. Mmm… Perfection. Such beautiful perfection. Lol… In the eyes of the observer.