I jumped at the site of the last question. It was flattering and yet creepy in a stalker like fashion and yet it still made my heart skip a beat. In fear or in flattery, I had yet to decide. silence befell the room. The clock ticked the seconds and then I build up the courage to type a response.
'Beauty is only how other people see it. Weather you really see my beauty through a window or by some random chance:
that's for you to decide.
I think my true beauty comes from the words I write.
The responses and hope I can give to others in a few short sentences.
Mostly I see my beauty as weak and pointless but then,
then there are the days that my words are strong and make an impact.
My real beauty lies in its ability to be judged not only by a persons eyes but by their heart.
And when I live forever It shall be in the words I have written and the people I have helped.'
The words blinked back at me from the white of the computer screen. Black and white blending and folding into its own mystical beauty. This person whoever they may be; I hoped they would understand the message. They couldn't really have seen me at five in the morning, but had seen my words. At least that's what I hoped for anyways. I didn't need a serial killer stalker right now. I laughed it off and submitted my entry before getting up from the home. I had made on the couch and heading for the door. I wanted nothing more than some fresh air, so that's exactly what I would get. I exited my home, my little secluded hide a way and made a bee line for the forest that surrounded my home. The sounds of the birds crying out to each other and the scampering footsteps of wildlife, my own personal soundtrack to my day.
(A/N) Thank you to se7en29 for the lovely review! Remember guys R&R :] It'd be much appreciated.