In passing thought

I don't have to know you, but I want to. All the things you say are like pieces of a puzzle. You drop one here, and the picture becomes more and more clear. 

You are a beautiful puzzle. 

The lines of sadness that surround you make you bittersweet. Your looks are like strings that weave in and out, creating a tapestry. With a smile that hides your misery, another string is drawn and woven. The look of recognition or twinkle on the edge of your eye.

You are a beautiful tapestry.

If you were a painting, I would stand back and try to understand your creation.

If you were a picture, it would be framed.

If you were a song, I would want to learn the words and sing you.

If you were a sculpture I'd rest my hand on you and close my eyes.

This is just in passing, I barely know your name.

I wonder for a second if you ever stopped to realize how transparent is your pain...

I would sit and listen, if only for a while. Just so I could understand just who you think you are. 

Then I would have to tell you how spectacular you really are.

Maybe you would smile, tell me I don't even know you. How true that would be, and yet....and yet.

Does a person need to know a work of art to just admire?

On with life we go, captured pictures of a time gone by. You won't even realize how tiny things matter to those you don't know. When all of the bad things in life tumble down, the miracle touch of a bumper car life brings you that close to seeing how amazing you are. Yet blinded by thoughts that are darkened with fear, it's gone and you never saw the miracle here.