Beauty is not long hair, skinny legs, tanned skin or perfect teeth. Believe me. Beauty is the face of who cried and now smiles, beauty is the scar on your knee since you fell when you were a kid, beauty is the circles when love doesn’t let you sleep, beauty is the expression on the face when the alarm rings in the morning, it’s the melted makeup when you have a shower, it’s the laughter when you make a joke you’re the only one who can understand, beauty is meeting his gaze and stopping understanding, beauty is your gaze when you see him, it’s when you cry for all you paranoias, beauty is the lines marked by time. Beauty is what we feel in the inside which also shows outside us. Beauty is the marks the life leaves on us, all the kicks and the caresses the memories leave us. Beauty is letting yourself live.
I want to live in a forest and wear long flowy skirts, sing with the birds, befriend trees and dance in the moonlight
I fall in love with the earth every single day. Every time her leaves brush against my hands, every time I marvel at her sunset, every time i feel her warm sunshine on my skin, every time a butterfly flickers past my face, every time her moon rises to guard the night. Every day is a new chance to discover and see new things and fall in love with her all over again.
There are incidents wherein I wanna be with you, like, have you notice how the whole world goes silent when it’s about to rain? I wanna be there beside you, during that silence, just before the first drop of rain falls. I wanna be there where a million other droplets are falling and rushing down…