Pelgris

I seek beauty. In my younger days, I sought happiness all unknowing that it will shift down into loneliness or desperation. Lured by a culture taught to pursue happy at all costs. That to be happy is life’s purpose. Now, as I come out of a deep and abiding sadness whose cause, the thought of, these years later still leaves me almost shattered… Now I seek beauty, from the turning of a leaf to the bone deep rage of the storm. In soft lips seen across a room and in the slow deloreous decay of a city seeking both its roots and its future. These glimpses of beauty bring joy and even the elusive happy. But it is the cause I seek not the results.