confusion's illusion

you're art

I remember looking at you thinking: You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?"

I will not forget how your hair looked in the  golden hour of the sun.
Or the way it falls over your shoulders when it is not in a ponytail.
It looked so cute when it was tied up in a low ponytail.
It looked the best in a bun, which you rarely did.

Then your eyes. Those green eyes. A pigment like I've never seen before. But it goes deeper that that. Your eyes are convincing. Intreaging. Curios. Adventure. Safety and calm. Compassion. Kindness. Deep wonder.
Eternity.

Your skin, soft and silver. Fragile, but tough.
Everytime it made contact with mine I'd shiver. I become electrified.
And when you'd linger the touch I could've never guessed the lasting impact it could have.

That day at the pool was when I really ever looked at your body. It was glorious. You looked so comfortable in your skin. You had on less clothes so I knew I had to stay far way from you. I knew I had to keep my distance bc if that came near me I'd loose myself.
You couldn't keep the distance. And I could not resist you. Your almost naked body, like a goddess made contact with mine. You hugged me underwater and held on to me. It was amazing.

I remember thinking: You look so beautiful right now.

When you came out of the water my eyes followed the water drops as they ran down your spine and over your shoulders.
I wish the water droplets were my fingers, oh how jealous I were of them.
If I was them I'd trace you like a map, slowly. But it wouldn't stop there if you allowed me. An endless paradise?

But it's not about your body, it never was.

Your mind is the real endless place. The way your brain works, the unique ideas you have, the wierd but 100% understandable and convincing way it works. You're smart, but you don't believe that. You are creative, I think you know that. You have been through a lot, that I can relate to.

You are still resilient.
You are still strong.
You still hope.
You are still kind.

You are still magnificent.

I remember thinking: Don't you dare forget how beautiful you are.

But have you even realized your beauty in the first place?

You are a work of art, carefully crafted by the Creator, our Devine.
He choose your amazing soul to be on this earth. And to meet mine.

Art.
I'm telling you!
Pure art.
Authentic art.
Real art.
Creative art.
Unreleased art.
Limited edition art.
One of a kind art.
A art that's hard to copy.
A art that's hard to fake.
A art that is expressive.

A sneaky art.

A art that creeps into your soul and leaves a much intense color than you could think.

A art that has no mercy with being her.

A art that doesn't shy away, but a art that reserves to whom she shows herself.

The essence of you is beautiful. Who you were, what you are and who you are becoming, is beautiful.

It's art.

Who you were in your pain and worst moments, that is the beautiful essence of you, cause it brought you to this moment.

It's art, I'm telling you!

Who you currently are, is a beautiful essence. Because you simply exist.

Who you are becoming is a beautiful essence, because I know you'll step into your full power.

The power that you might not realize now, but have.
The power that you sometimes forget, it never loose.
The power of your pure essence, because you are beautiful.

The word 'beautiful' doesn't do your existence justice.

You are powerful art.