Beauty? Beauty is not merely skin deep , beauty is fastened to a persons core traveling fast through blooded veins swirling endlessly underneath the surface ,exuding righteously yet unassuming . Is this beauty or is it something more? Do we call it by this vain name simply because we are unaware of its many layers naming this anonymous incandescent feature seems somewhat crude As by this name we must be visually aware of it ,capable of hearing it, have the ability to smell and taste it yet we cannot see, hear smell nor taste it . We do but only feel it . Kind, caring , loving , affectionate only a few words is this unamed thing tied and bound to words that are projected onto many other meanings this is undeniably unfair the thing I speak of deserves it's own definition something so vast yet so minute