Sunday, March 21, 2010



each place i go i fall in love with something.
then i get home and fall in love again.
it never takes a break.
i thought loving should have to last forever,
but it doesn't!
it might be best when it exists in the moment it stood for
and nothing else. it might be best if it exists where it lived.

in florence, it's the light.

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