Part 0: She is Art...

The start of a sequel of us in my mind...

[Written beginning 2020, I never realized who this piece was truly written for until I arrived at uni.]

I have met so many people, so many different people, so many unique people. People with the most captivating personalities, people with breathtaking talents, people with the same interests. Some of them share the same views in life, some of them do not. You see, we are all individual – this is what sets us apart from others, all the way from our actions, to whom we are attracted to.

Between all these people I have not met one women who ticks all the boxes…until I then realized no women ticks all the boxes because there are no set boxes, we are to draw the boxes around who she is – to be real, also known as acceptance.

I then found her…

The day I spoke to her, she transformed what it meant to be beautiful to me – beauty was not just the look of someone’s face or body anymore, what they clothe themselves in or the color of their eyes. She became art. I have seen many a beautiful woman, perhaps too many, but all on account of my previous vision of beauty…

Never ever did I believe that it would be possible to be entirely and utterly consumed as a whole by someone’s existence , the way someone smiles in all their perfections and their few imperfections, the way the person strolls along the paths kissing the edge of the ocean shore, the way she laughs – always in the softest manner possible, making sure not to mock someone in their uncertainty of a situation, the way she treats every being equal – always exposing their true potential in life, the way she dedicates every true memory and special moment of her life to the people around her, never missing a beat…

Well, that is what she did. Entirely and utterly consumed me, as a whole by her persona…as she lays there fast asleep, unaware of the radial beauty she emits, as much as I want to stare, I feel like she can sense it,

Honestly, I thought that the people who said that someone can be art were Fools. That art is what one finds on a painting. That art speaks what the artist themselves cannot speak. That someone being a piece art was entirely fictional. She proved me wrong, her beauty took me by my warm hands and proved me otherwise, she showed me that she was art, beautiful art, living art…

She is the type of art that leaves your mind churning, leaves your tongue dry without words to emit, leaves your eyes locked on her and leaves your heart hoping that one day she will feel the same way about you…

She is the type of art people compose songs about, write captivating poems about…that leave you longing to meet someone of this beauty – not to lust after them – but to appreciate that such certain beauty can actually exist in the darkness of this world. She emits the glow of an orchestra playing hymns between the Galaxies…

You see, this is how I see her, as art, just in case you haven’t caught that part. Others may not, or they may. This is the beauty and yet the downfall of humanity. We all can have an entirely different vision of a painting, for myself it might make the utter most sense, but for another being it looks like a scribble of nothingness, confusion and despair. I hope that all of humanity would forget about their pre-programmed idea of a captivating women, and realize that each and every one of us are an individual work of art. We are all painted by the Living Hand of The Lord God himself, he does NOT make mistakes…

Therefore, I suggest, go out.

Find your piece of art.

As for now, I have found my painting.

The definition of Beauty.

Her name is…

24/10/2020