I know how people run away from those who are sad. As if sadness is some poison. As if, they chose this way of life. You know we had these preconceived notions about beauty. But here's something: to me, beauty is when someone tells me how they feel. When a person opens up. When they're staring at the sky, or at the ceiling, trying so hard not to tear apart and they take you through those parts of themselves they don't visit anymore. Where they've locked their demons away. When people take you through those corners of themselves is when they're the most beautiful. For visiting the dark isn't easy; and guiding someone through the same dark has never been any easier: that's beauty to me. Exploring. Exploring people. Exploring feelings.
