Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn like a line over a page. No color, but just a monochrome, and they appear as a complete book of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are settled like dew on withered leaves. No grief, but just the precipitation of emotions on the lashes. And they appear as an album of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are met like the person in the mirror. No talk, yet chaos of bewildering webs of neurons transmitting the current of numerous hills built overhead. And they appear as light from the Galaxy of masterpieces. Beautiful people aren't created. They are drawn out like the hair. No pain, yet the sorrow of falling apart. And they appear as the unique force sticking to the comb of masterpieces. #rzmp270 #myfaveng_ashu #cwobservee
