Beautiful

i feel alone.
the emptiness creeps in like a fog.
shadowing all my visions.
my memories.
i become trapped in my own head.
nothing comes in.
nothing goes out.
i am unreachable.
desperation and solitude are my only companions.
but it is beautiful.
beautiful yet harsh.
like watching a flower die.
it blooms.
and as time passes, it transforms into this hardened shell of what it once was.
still beautiful.
but no longer a flower.
only a shell.
trapped in its own existence.
the colors faded yet still obvious.
permanently placed in the scrapbook of life.
never to again be what it was.
yet still beautiful.