Shyness is beautiful.
It is simple,
Yet so complex.
It never longs for attention and devotion,
or feels the urge to be involved.
It doesn’t cry out for you.
Instead,
It waits patiently.
Watching, enduring, observing.
It is beautiful in the way dust particles glisten in the sunlight,
Or how cold rain sticks to a clouded window.
So many features are contained in the word simple,
That it makes the definition questionable.
Because if shyness is beautiful and simple,
And simplicity is complex,
Then why isn’t everything considered
Beautiful?
-s.s.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Shyness is beautiful.
It is simple,
Yet so complex.
It never longs for attention and devotion,
or feels the urge to be involved.
It doesn’t cry out for you.
Instead,
It waits patiently.
Watching, enduring, observing.
It is beautiful in the way dust particles glisten in the sunlight,
Or how cold rain sticks to a clouded window.
So many features are contained in the word simple,
That it makes the definition questionable.
Because if shyness is beautiful and simple,
And simplicity is complex,
Then why isn’t everything considered
Beautiful?
-s.s.
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