The question is an expression of desire...
Am I beautiful?
As I am... Without a story.
Could you dream of holding me in your hands, feeling my rough broken skin, bring me to your lips?
I am... I become as Lovely as you see me.
(I'm so pulled to the unglazed surface. It's character begs so many questions, while the glazed surface asks to few questions, it sits compleat in itself. It is "beautiful" in such a way as to disappear.)