Beautiful

Any one person, given enough time to think, about whatever they please -

And if they were feeling particularly like tackling that which cannot be tackled

through meaningless thought,

Then they might come across beauty

as an idea,

Beauty is beautiful!

And this thought will hang ill

They might begin to think -

what meaningless thoughts I am having,

If beauty is my own thought, then what is the point?

Why do I give in, at its very end, to myself?

Because, I am thinking right now, thinking, and it all feels so right

Because from where I don't understand, these thoughts I do understand

Why do I smile when the rain soaks my hair?

And seek out signs of others that have come before me

And dread the feeling of being awake, but still appreciate the sun?

It's all so circular! These are things I can understand! I understand that I can understand nothing!

I cannot feel! Because feeling doesn't make me feel

Greater than myself!

Greater than truth!

And these thoughts may go on for longer than this,

however long

then they will stop

And they'll feel,

whatever they feel

And they'll sleep

And when they wake they will feel the familiar dread

and then,

the sun,

and everything that is beautiful,

feeling everything