somehow, despite your indescribable beauty, your inner radiance makes the artwork that is your appearance pale in comparison–
but comparing your inner and outer beauty is like comparing infinities.
and yet, one of these infinities is without a doubt larger than the other. it is that of your heart. your outer beauty has a definite beginning and end point, for we are mortal, bound by time, by that beloved and terrible cycle of birth and of death.
but your inner beauty… that is eternal, for I see the grandeur of the cosmos within you. I see that which came before us, I see that which will live on long after us, the majesty of creation held in your spirit. you are stardust. you glitter like the night sky before the fog of modern civilization estranged us from the heavens. you are reminiscent of a time better, possessed of a soul without light pollution, a time before. how grateful am I that this celestial collision came to be. what might be created in our wake?
your eyes… to me, they are the nexus point of these two, a bridge from the outer world to the vast universe of beauty contained within your heart.
looking into them is stargazing.
they are possessed of an irresistible pull and you draw me into orbit
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 