Beauty infatuates me. Swallows my attention like the sun does the sky. It's amazing how the most unusual things stand out inside. I am calling out for something to believe in yet I am feeling so left behind. She watches me with weary eyes and I watch the time. Little does she know it is her beauty that captivates my mind. I'm listening to her words, she questions the things I've learned, and when I run I know exactly where I'd like to turn. Where does all of it go, the time, the lies, the way I feel inside. I like the taste but it was the words I hated, and now I know that I got exactly what I created. It wasn't necessary to take it this far. I read into things so personally, something gets a hold of me, and now I feel it. It's happening all over again. I might be losing, but in the end I'll win. I want to see the colors that stand out, I want to fit in with the vivid dreams that you can't black out. I want to become what is left when you remove all the doubt.

I feel high, like I'm inside a cloud. All this energy, it's all inside of me. I know there must be something great to see. I'm still talking about the beauty. In life...in the eyes...truthful eyes...ones you know, ones that care. When I look up I always wish they were there. It's like sitting alone but a feeling like you've got something to hold, and no matter what anyone tells you, you'll never let go. I can smell the secrets, it's all wrapped up inside this. These thoughts, this time, yes...inside the mind. Beautiful entrances, bought out by small mindedness. I am aware of all that was left behind, and when I look up I can still see the sky. It could be purple today, or shades of blue with white penetration, and yet it's nothing new. It's not madness when you have nothing to do. You just have to look and see what's around. Life dosen't stand still, just don't look down. You will find beauty, you will find life, You will hear the truth if you listen to it's sound.