The most beautiful thing in the world no longer exists. Not in its full form for it has been shattered into millions of pieces. I find a piece in the night sky, in my favorite film, and in the one I love's laughter. The most beautiful thing in the world no longer exists. Not in its full form for it has been shattered into millions of pieces, but its reminisce still lingers. When you take the time to look around you can see it too. It's in your bed when you snuggle in after a hard day and your favorite season of the year. Sometime we can forget about these pieces, but we must always return to find them. To take time to ourselves and pick up the fallen pieces so that we can be in our fullest form once again.