"The beauty within"

That's all that keeps repeating within me.

Thanks conscious, I know that. But when will I feel that way? Then it hit me.

I was walking down a road, that I took everyday to my house. Girls would scream at me, asking for my autographs. There was a sickingly not beautiful woman there, and I kind of told her with my facial expressions that I didn't really wanna look at her. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly. But if you're not beautiful, I rather you not talk to me. I know it sounds mean, but I have no better way of putting it. If I didn't feel that way and looked past their face, I wouldn't think so horrible. The girl blushed as she felt my disgust. She then walked away with her friends, un-autographed. I turned to continue walking home when I walked into someone wearing a cloak. I'm guessing it was a male, a tall one. I couldn't tell if it was some disrupt foreigner, or something else. I stumbled and tried to keep my balance. He then touched my brain, my eyes, and my heart saying these words, "You shall only see with your heart, you will only see with your eyes to know where you are going, and your brain is only for seeking the beauty within."

I then, crashed. And when I woke up, the man was gone, and I was in my house. I looked around, making sure it wasn't a dream. No sign of it not being a dream. So I sniffed my sweater. Smelled like the outside air. I just shrugged the thought off though and remained thinking it was a dream. But oh boy, I just got myself into something.