trust and beauty.

trust is a funny thing. it can take years to build, yet can be broken in an instant. when built up, it has irresistible strength. when broken into tiny shards and fragments, it can be detrimental. built up, it carries great potential for a flowering relationship, the glue that holds together the pieces in rough times. broken into shards, it has the potential to draw blood. 
beauty too, is a funny thing. so subjective to the individual eye, so criticized in the bearer, so plentiful in the eyes of God. for many it hides in the shadow of the window. behind the thick aquarium glass lay the seeds of beauty, in the shadow of the glass. on view for others to see, hidden from itself. when the glass of trust breaks, the shards find their way into the hearts of the seeds, the blood of beauty free flowing.