teee booooel.
the exagerated beauty of entities lost.
whether it is innocence,
or objects,
or life,
or love,
or soul,
or anything
that you want to call an entity.
just a simple statement on the exagerated beauty,
of things that seem to slip through our fingers,
and through the cracks that we call our everyday lives.
seems that these lost entities somehow develop a beauty with the passing of time.
a different type of beauty.
one that is exagerated.
one that is beautiful because of the loss.
exagerated because of the loss.