some late night ramble / attempt to kill writer's block.

[superheroaddict]

so vain. stuck in our plastic smiles and psuedo punk life style. what are we searching for? some kind of happiness? what is that- beauty makes you beautiful? no. beauty makes you some soft face to look at, a body to lust over, to be secretly hated with jealousy. what is beauty? outward or inward? a matter of interpretation? a great mystery juxtaposed with love, perhaps or possibly the same thing? beauty is love - love is beauty. are those who are appealing upon eye sight truly beautiful? or is there some malice beneath the surface?both or neither, one or the other. does it matter? what is beauty without love? can there be love with no beauty? i'd suppose not. lust and love so often confused- could beauty be the same? of course it could but it doesn't matter for we all believe the same deception- that we should all be beautiful, unique, charming and untouchable.

i never wanted to be vain. i only wanted to be beautiful. but what is beauty anyway?