as I walk the streets I’ve known since I was an infant
the cobblestones slowly morphing into a sea of grey
I feel the wind gently stroking strands of my hair
the golden sphere above me warms my soul
creating a sense of peace and childish ingenuity.
colorful buildings around me stand tall,
each and every one of their bricks telling a story
of ancient pirates falling in love with beautiful women.
I ask myself:
how is it fair that such breathtaking artistry exists?
when people have become such malevolent creatures.
we do not deserve to experience such beauty
yet we do, with the blink of an eye,
seeping it all in greedily
exotic paintings adorning rickety walls
hearing buoyant locals shouting out catchy phrases
we try to store such beauty in our minds
hoping one day it’ll make its way down to our cold hearts.