| Hidden, in a way, alone-unique in its own way. To attempt to mimic its beauty is to fail. It is perfect, yet is so often ridiculed by those who have failed. Never, ever for anything else. It exists for itself. It’s purpose? Unquestioned, yet unknown. A pearl among the impurities of life. It contradicts it all, yet not knowingly, and by no means in a deliberate way. It is obscene, never allowed to be. It craves understanding, to have others fully know why. Why? The word is echoed though its existence, fading as the pure is exposed, tainted. This godliness, surrendered to you all. Naked, and contaminated by it all. |
