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#MyLifeAsAHuman - Entry #232 - Beauty Imperfect

You bare scars, because you have been broken.
They form ridges and curves and lines upon your soul...
Your heart...
And your mind.
Creating a disfigured masterpiece so unique and individual, that its beauty is almost blinding...
Captivating in its pain,
Mesmerizing in its resilience.

You are beauty, because you bare scars,
Fitted and molded to your creation...
Imperfections and tear stains collide in gracious harmony...  
So tranquil and serene, you could, just possibly, go deaf...

You are life... as you possess bravery so reckless and demanding that it is enviable.
You grab at these challenges as if they are gifts and embrace them within your very being as if to attempt to make them physically apart of you...
Like a limb, made of mistakes or a child bore of defiance.

You are love,
... Because you are in existence.
So pure and rare. That at times I feel my heart may stop from being in your mere presence.
So radiant and unfamiliar, in all of it's comfort...

You are inspiration, simply because you have me captured.
Consumed by your spirit,
... Your Rhapsody is my nirvana...
And finally... 
I am content.

-Y. Salmon

*Original image courtesy of @archannair and titled 'Sweet Content'. Instagram this talent!!

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