I met a beautiful woman today.
To anyone she would've looked plain
But to me she was another memory I would never want to forget
We didn't talk, nor did she look at me.
But today she laughed
And laughter is the purest human emotion
You can't fake it very well
Her smile lines protruded and time betrayed her but , it was raw
She was the kind of person I would have drawn
Another stranger, whose every scar visible, and every crease in their clothing,
would find its place upon my stack of papers in various shades of silver and gray.
-n.c
