Day 19

The old buildings in the city. Oh, it’s so pretty I don’t know what to do. I can’t quite hug it or hold it so I just stare at them intently, so as to soak all of it into me. Into my eyes, into my brain, into my veins. I love beautiful things. I hardly know what to do with my love for those things. Sometimes, only sometimes, it hurts. My love for things hurt. But before you know it I am in love again and I’d consider it an honour if one day my heart finally turned into ashes because of all my burning desires. I’d be glad.