Particularly distracted...

And I swear I was beautiful
Yes, for once I was...
After all those vivid projections in my mind, I knew I had to be beautiful... At least just once, if not too many times.

Then gathered upon me all these memories succumbed by my own forgetful feeling of despair;
even though at peace with myself, if still bothers to question the reasons for my sudden change.

As thunder claims ownership of vast fields in the horizon, by shouting hymns of mass destruction, I am still wondering if I was once beautiful, or at least wondering if I once felt beautiful...

Beauty seems to come and go as we forget our own identity and once that anxiety of belonging reaches upon our deepest state of consciousness. Is exactly then, when we come to the realization that we have forgotten our loyalty to our most precious side.

Is it true that once beauty leaves, it will never come back?
Or is it possible that as time flows by, beauty is once again reborn upon the pondering of my mind...