Beautiful.

I know I post alot of things
about pain and hurt and loss.
But I look at the world around me,
and its goddamn breathtaking.

I was walking down the street yesterday,
in the city, with the sky blue and people rushing
and the noise was a buzz of chaos,
and the cold air hurt my lungs.

I heard a little girl laugh.
High pitched, crystal clear.
It seemed immortal;
a laugh so pure it couldn't possibly change.

But then I realized the laugh would go.
The little girl would grow up,
and the little girl would change
and so would the little laugh.

And i looked around
at the concrete and the metal,
and realized that one day,
nature would swallow it whole.

It was still so goddamn breathtaking.
With the infinite sky stretching big and wide
over buildings so tall they scratched the sky like
a surface of a lake,

and the crockpot, carnival of people,
all with different problems and wants,
dreams, hopes, secret wishes and talents,
people who wont matter to anyone but themselves.

Oh, and the beauty of what we have created.
We've been such a short period of time,
and discovered so very much,
so, so, so very much.

Like the stars, in their glory,
how they shine like holes in an inky night
leading straight to heaven itself
and god shines his love down as moonlight.

I know it seems as though I'm pained,
but isn't their beauty in pain?
Appreciation in pain?
Knowledge in pain?

I know I write like I'm drowning in tears,
but I know that theres beauty in this sad world,
and I know how to see it,
and I know where to find it.