The sun cut down over the cobble
roads, the vendors sold, scooters buzzed by. I woke up, walked from my
apartment to a place I’ve never been, a scene like a painting, and I swear I’ve
never seen so many gorgeous people men and women alike. What a dream. The heat
rose but that Roman breeze took me to the God’s steps. It was warm and
motherly, and I knew then that everything was okay. The smells intensified,
voices of the angelic Romans rose like a choir wrapping every trickling edge of
the town square. Beauty never stops, it never relents, it just goes on and on,
completely breaking any preconceived ideas. I know it works, but I don’t want
to know, how or why, it would take the truth from it, the colors wouldn’t be as
bright, and sounds not so real. Beauty is real, yet it’s temporary, and only in
moments, but that will never stop me from attempting to wrap myself around it
every waking moment.
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