Black Blood Beauty

 Beauty is so arduous to find.
Why? It is so ridiculous.
When I do see it, I stare. I study.
Trying to find the blood behind the façade.

We do not see the truth.
The beauty is blinding.
But can it be blinding. That powerful! That powerful?
To destroy our senses with a certain… concept. 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder… of beauty?
Forget it. The idea is irrelevant…?
Aestheticism is irrelevant.
But it is still necessary.

I have seen people that are attractive.
But are they beautiful?
What the hell is it?
And why can I not find it?

Can we truly feel it?
Feel an abstract noun?
An idea that only exist because it does?
Is it all in the noun?

Beauty is abstract!
It cannot be found…?
It is found everywhere…?
It does not exist.