You seem to notice beauty more when there's nothing to do.
Like the stars and the moon seem to come in focus to you.
Or just the movements of a women as she walks and talks, and the sound of her voice seems to travel off, and echo in your ears like a sweet lullaby, and reminds you of past loves that have gone by.

I tend to zone out and thoughts start to clash, and religion has become a harder concept to grasp.

Or girls I've been with tend to come to mind, and the same story plays over every time loved them for a while but every case was the same as my lust for another could not be tamed.

One such girl I forget the name but for the time being I guess I'll call her J.A.N.E.

Now this girl was something special original, more than someone in the crowd, an individual.

Beauty was her thing, but not something she, claimed.

Intelligence cause this girl had a mind, and I tend to think about conversations we had during that time.

Sometimes we'd trail off and talk of religion not about what we practiced, but more of division.

What made them different and the same, and that seemed to be the only thing on our brain.

See we knew we wouldn't stay together we saw the signs but we spent everyday together like it was the last time.