The essence of beauty was 
The way the sun kissed your face 
With such grace like she knew 
How special you were . to me .
The way you quivered when I touched you . The way we exercised your demons . I felt liberation . I felt release . Such beauty in releasing all of our ugliness . I have never brushed against the hip of nirvana .. But I waltz with heaven the day you gave yourself to me . Something so sacred, something so vulnerable. That was the essence of beauty .

No one ever talks to me on tumblr anymore . :( 

I live for those sporatic moments where you have a boost of creativity and you just can’t help but make something of it …