But isn't that the same with everything?

In a few moments I will have hit my limit and I will find no more beauty in my surroundings

Nor will I find beauty when I return to my dull urban habitat, that of cement and steel.

Nor will I find beauty in myself, as I have often been told that I am beautiful and seeng what I can do, I can not see evidence.

Nor will I find beauty in freedom, being that there is always a price to freedom and that is not always pretty.

You ask what will be beautiful, I tell you that anything can be if it is loved by someone or something.

You ask what is beautiful, I tell you that once it is seen by human eyes it is tarnished and ugly.

You ask... and I cut you off, saying that it is up to you.