There is beauty lurking in strange places.
Between the dark cracks if you look hard like I do.
I love that feeling you get when you catch it, even more than finding beauty in something obvious.
Like a sunbeam caught in a glass jar. Snatched.
Observing something awkward, deceptively ugly. The immense beauty of the moment bubbles; surfaces and washes over. I could immerse myself in that feeling forever and a day.
I used to feel like a strange, little oddball as I secretly stole beauty and loveliness from something not so nice. Almost like a show just for me that no one else could see.