Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Exuding an aura, drawing astonishment out around them.
Beautiful things live in a world of their own.
Viewing life as a spark, leaving just as quick as it came.
Beautiful things feel stuck behind the glass.
Watching, being watched.
Beautiful things wish to be ordinary.
Fitting into their environment, not special.
Beautiful things want to be loved.
Hoping to gain a sense of belonging, a home.
Beautiful things will find their place someday.
Until then, they will exist as they are, changing for nothing but themselves.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 12:58 AM UTC
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Exuding an aura, drawing astonishment out around them.
Beautiful things live in a world of their own.
Viewing life as a spark, leaving just as quick as it came.
Beautiful things feel stuck behind the glass.
Watching, being watched.
Beautiful things wish to be ordinary.
Fitting into their environment, not special.
Beautiful things want to be loved.
Hoping to gain a sense of belonging, a home.
Beautiful things will find their place someday.
Until then, they will exist as they are, changing for nothing but themselves.
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