Those big cities with eye blinding lights seduce me in a way I cant describe
Whenever I croos continents, I cant take my eyes off from sights of citis like this, in the night
"We are crossing Geneva", the announcement is made in the aircraft and like a sucker for beauty I hang onto my window, my co passenger eyeing me if s/he mistook me for an adult
I remember as a child, I would also look out for beauty...
-Of face, of body, of scenery, of words and of pure feelings
Beauty never threatened me, it just heightened my sense of everything within me, what I sought in this world...
I dont know why sometimes I stare in the horizon in twilight..when the sun has gone down and the moom has not come up as yet..a time of the day when all that is alive is part of me
Something scathing, unsatisfied..burning in that moment..the beauty of which bewitches me..my thirst for my life resurrects..and I wish to meet that person who holds the key to my being..in the meeting of dawn and dusk