It was always, "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder." Never, "Beauty is the eyes of the beholder," as if we were never meant to see ourselves as anything but shadows. How tragic- humans claw at mirrors for what already lives beneath their skin, blind to the smiles carved by storms. fiercer than the sun that follows the thunder they survived. Tongues drowning in words deeper than oceans, yet leaking out less than dying ponds. Cracked, silent, aching. Humans. Tragic, Indeed.