Some People

There must be some people out there so beautiful that no sketch, no painting does them justice. Nothing can come close to emulating anything about them. In a photograph, you see them, but miss the bigger picture. Behind alluring eyes, they are everything, they suck you in, you forget to spit yourself back out. They then drift away awkwardly. All you have is a photo, a sketch, not them. Not their eyes, nothing comes close. Every little detail matters. Every detail you lose, you create another. It all grows distorted from the truth, but you cannot help but not care for it is all you have left of them. The truth will come back, they will come back. Sketches will tear, paintings will melt, photos will burn, those eyes will suck you back in. Will you forget to spit yourself back out?