Isn't it Beautiful?

At that moment it was just us.

Just me and the fear that exists within my mind.

It can only be described as benign masochism,

Standing at the edge of what is known and jumping into oblivion.

But it makes me feel vulnerable and everything is distorted.

If I look any longer I will undoubtedly entangle myself

Like a fly in a spider’s web.

In a hopeless labyrinth of human emotions and curiosity.

Yet somehow within it there is an incomprehensible beauty.

It is sublime.

It is obscure.

It is unclear.

Isn’t it beautiful?

It is like painting a picture that cannot be seen

It is like singing a melody that will never be heard

It is like a burying a body that will never be found

It is like a phenomenon that cannot be explained

It leaves questions unanswered and sentences unfinished

It can be cruel and hurl you in eternal graceless circles

There is a universal skepticism

About being immersed in the unknown.

It is what many of us fear most.

We do not feel comfortable with what we do not know.

Not everyone is best friends with fear.

But I swear to you in that moment

There was not any other place I would rather be

Than with someone I did not know

In a place I had never seen

Thinking of things that I had never imagined

And feeling a feeling I did not know was there

In a time I did not think I would be in.

An aching grieving beauty

But also a passionate beauty

And a raw beauty.

That is that beauty of it all

For your entire existence will be filled with things that you do not know

Isn’t it beautiful?