I wondered a long time before I came out with an idea of how to express my beauty. First thoughts were that it should be something that’s happy, something that gives a positive vibe. Throughout my long thought processes, I figured it doesn’t have to be. For me, beauty is in very well-made sad movies or good sad songs. It can be even an expression of hatred that is somehow beautifully handed to us. Most beautiful are the things that not everybody understands, and you do.  By this time, I was finalizing my idea of beauty, I started to see what my coming-out beauty will be. 

The story: “Unfinished lyrics”

Kenny is with a group of friends at a party. He is enjoying himself, yet he can’t shake off a weird feeling that something is off. He hears the birds stop singing, and slowly a powerful wind hurl louder and louder. In the background, he hears a buzzing sound. What is that? He throws this question away and tries to get back into the mood of the party. 
Buzzing starts to be really annoying and as if it wasn’t annoying enough the wind around him seems to be louder than before. 
He angrily checks his phone. “Oh”. “Guys Stacey’s calling me”. Friends gather around him eyes full of excitement. It was not even an hour ago when he told them how he feels about her. Well, what a pleasant surprise he thinks. He picks up the phone.
“Hey what’s up”

“What?”

A few years later
Nobody speaks about that day, all of them just tried to forget. A friend musician who was a best friend of Kenny tried to say it somehow. He tried to make a song. Even though he was the type who never stops till he has the job done. He didn’t finish it. It was too much.

Decade later
“Mom” “Mooom” “Look what I found” Hands her a piece of paper. Huh, that looks like some kind of lyrics she thinks. She starts to read it. Her face went pale in a matter of seconds. She fainted. 


11 years later
So, you’re telling me these three deaths are connected, detective? He smirks, yeah after all those years I finally figured it out. It was that one missing piece and we found it. “What was it?”
“Unfinished lyrics from that musician kid that overdosed”.
Lyrics:
A lot of factors were in play
future is what I want to sway
together we pay

I remember all of it  
2x


Friends phone starting to ring
horrible ringtone starting to sing  
together we play

This is the fucking start of it  
1x


took it with a smile on his cheek 
we watched all his emotions tweak
together we slay

didn’t know what to make out of it 
2x


his face was now totally blank
looked at us with emotions sank
together we sway                    

his dark eyes told us all of it  
2x


his eyes were now getting red
he turned around and harshly said
together we pray                  

now you’ll get all of it           
2x


he spoke
Stacey’s 
dead #loud

Stacey’s dead
1x
Spectator mode for those who didn’t get what happened
Stacey had a borderline disorder. On one occasion she bled out. Her brother called Kenny because he knew what she was to him. He was Kenny’s best friend. He overdosed a few years later and left behind the lyrics that he didn’t finish. His brother which he didn’t even have the chance to meet found these lyrics and brought them to his mother. When she read them, she fainted and had a heart attack. Kenny is in psychiatric treatment.



Now here is my example of a really sad story that didn’t have a good end but the mystery and how is this story told is what I see as beauty. Not telling what happened right away and slowly giving away pieces. That’s my beauty.

Wallets