When they try to impress me with beauty, status, or material things, they don’t realize none of that moves me.
I’m not drawn to polished surfaces or perfect presentations.
I want Presence. Awareness. Death.
I want someone who is awake to themselves, to life, to truth.
Someone whose soul has done the work, whose eyes have seen darkness and still chooses light, whose heart listens more than it speaks.
What impresses me isn’t what shines on the outside.
It’s what sees from within.
Not ego. Not image.
Just truth.
In Love and Light,
Steve