Wrote something as something, maybe its something
So I'm sitting next to a friend of mine while we're at a competition
I'm in a silver cloak and navy blue dress, and he's sitting there in a black trench coat with an umbrella at his side. One of us is competing in a costume contest. We both dress like this almost everyday.
In his hand, he has a small paperback copy of The Prince, and in mine, I have a book of a very different (yet similar) kind, written by a man named Mitchell (Larry) not Machiavelli.
As I reach the last page for the third time that week, I hand the book off to another friend of mine, this one in a purple cloak.
They accept it with a nod, followed by him calling me a twat-waffle in sign language.
As a tip my head back, I speak to my friend in the trench coat.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
He snorts, and turns to the next page
"Something like that."
I hit him on the shoulder, and he puts the book down, before joining me in looking up at the ceiling.
He pauses, thinking for a minute, before speaking again.
"It's insane, I think, entertaining, yes, but would you call a trainwreck beautiful?"
My other friend, without hesitation, responds:
"Yes"
And in that moment, I get it, I think.
Insane, and entertaining, and horrifying, and changing, and yes it is beautiful.
And it is beautiful.
And She is beautiful.
"Huh"
And then I grab another piece of pizza, and the moment is gone.
But the Goddess Prevails