the beauty of nothing

i would wake up 

never smelling the flowers 

but hiding in the shadows

never with the monsters i had met or the creatures id seen

with knives and blades they marked their fate but i sat alone near the edge

on the cusp of edging my way toward life

i grabbed a pen and paper

and wrote

and wrote

i never thought of it 

until i left a paper somewhere

and oneday heard 

"that was beautiful"

i wrote of life

the life i never had 

the beauty in a single picture 

the beauty of the faces no one noticed

the windows to the sole and passion

you never think about it

but you can write wonders with it

limit is but an imagination

there is beauty in you and beauty in the world

the way the water curls when falling and how the lava bubbles at its surface

the genus with a paint brush and the one with the pen are both making worlds

there is beauty in everything

it takes someone special to see the beauty in nothing