Bless it's Pointed Little Head
- Jefferson Airplane, 69
A stare should really not be unnerving. It is appreciation, gratitude for the most pristine work of art known to man. Every human body is craft, its unique, its a masterpiece. Primordial biases, some choices and there are a few more appreciable than the others.
Wilde was wrong, whatever is underneath, does show up on the surface. Everytime that a predicament offers a choice between hurting the heart thats in that body rules and thoughts bend the other way. Left to themselves, eyes are two-way. The world's seen the same way, as the world sees you. I want to share in that view. It's this sharing that makes beauty worth the pains even after the lights go out.
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