In moments of sheer beauty, I weep. Beauty is far too grand to uphold, let alone in the moments that take your breath away. The moments you’re up front jumping among five hundred other people, as one, to the music notes playing from the strings of your favorite band, this pure, unending love, right before your eyes. The moments you’re before death, but the beauty of their life outweighs, overpowers anything their absence could attribute. The moments your heart knows, when you at once understand how infinite love is.
I weep at love’s display. It is all too beautiful to stare straight at.