Throughout these decrepit buildings I see so much color. There is dirt, rusted unwanted things And yet, isn’t it beautiful? The way The light hits a mirror just so?
I watch the night sky and am drawn To the beauty of a sliver of moon; A lone star dancing just above it. The black night sky stretches around Them and yet, and yet..
For this is who I was, who I am, and Who I will forever be.
one of my hobbies is exploring abandoned buildings and capturing it in photographs. this is a poem about that