apropoetic

Will there ever be any beautiful in this world for me? Beauty for me to enjoy rather than go from being awestruck to immediately disheartened and alone by knowing its presence will never be in proximity of mine. Beauty that could be embraced and by that embrace, perhaps for the first time, breathe life into me. Beauty in which I would not have to feel guilty for stealing even a passing glance as its visage was not meant for me...I can only hope so, but hopes can only live so long without sustenance...