The human form is always a work in progress, from birth to death, a constant change is style, outlook and attitude, we are ever evolving, constantly turning into some older more beautiful version of ourselves.
as we age our physical being takes a back seat to our inner beauty and over time we become the hot mess of life’s experience, joys and traumas.
We become ourselves,
we become aged with life and wisdom, we learn that our appearance is not the currency we once thought it was.
We become wise with knowledge and have the ability to show the inner beauty we were always told to hide.
Every line on our face every bump, bruise and scrape is a beauty mark, a badge of life, a medal of earned experience.
Wisdom and love is the new twinkle in our old eyes
Our beauty is internal and eternal.
About the Creator
LonerMan
I write what I see and Feel
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