i've long thought this
how sunsets no longer captivate me
when i walk in a crowd
no face is left unblurred
each passerby drab and uninteresting
nothing to catch my eye
nothing to tear my heart in two
or ever leave my mind
what is beauty to someone who can't see?
or to someone who sees
that nothing is beautiful anymore.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
i've long thought this
how sunsets no longer captivate me
when i walk in a crowd
no face is left unblurred
each passerby drab and uninteresting
nothing to catch my eye
nothing to tear my heart in two
or ever leave my mind
what is beauty to someone who can't see?
or to someone who sees
that nothing is beautiful anymore.
as an artist, i like to find the beauty in everything, no matter how grounded or detached it is. lately things just seem grey and uninteresting, as if im viewing life through a black and white filter.
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