She is Beautiful

When you grow up in modern society you get used to seing perfect beauty - plastered on walls, on vids and netts. You tire of it. They become bland and samey. You find yourself wishing for true beuauty; something embedded in imperfection.

You cannot decide wether it's you who's become bland and samey... sometimes. Maybe time jades you. But then you see her and you know: It's that particular person you know you wanted to see; to look at for ever and ever.