Beauty.

I had almost forgotten how beautiful it was, to watch things move; when they're actually standing still and you are the one actually in motion. Escaping from the ugliness of the world. Ugliness is a metaphor for mankind. Nothing explains the true virtue of a man like that four lettered word does. Have you ever watched the train tracks converge and diverge from your window seat ? It's pure psychedelia. I watched them for twenty minutes straight and they had me glued to my seat like extra time in a soccer world cup final. It had been a while since I'd felt something so strong, so pure. It was almost like realizing the true meaning of beauty. Yeah. Train tracks. Beauty. It's all in the head. Trust me, coming back to civilization is the stupidest thing one could ever do. But I guess it's really hard to survive without the buzzing of the cellular phones, the multicouloured skylines give stiff competition to the snow capped mountains, the stock market is a little more interesting than the sound of the jungle, your girlfriend's skin is more tender than the grass you were lying on.