There is beauty teeming in your unknown.
You cannot see it, because you are too close.
You are the humble caterpillar, unsure of your future; hearing rumours from others about your greatness.
You don’t accept your beauty because you cannot see it.
I, the inquisitive child, await to see the rebirth of ordinary from the rumours of others.
Patience of evolution will eventually show your true colours, your destiny.
That destiny is far more beautiful than any.
Your destiny is truth, and there is nothing more beautiful than truth.
You are truth.
All you need is patience.
© Observing Vessel