I found...

I found this place once... I fell in love with it instantly... I had to take a picture of it. Why? Because I couldn't possibly take it with me...

I loved it so much, I still do... but it could never be mine. I had to learn to appreciate it from a distance, never touch it, never really having it... yet, I loved it.

It's always like that... you love, you yield, you cry, you are forced to let go... and all for what? for a picture and a memory...

Maybe I am more than what I need to be.
Maybe I am both confusing and confused.
But never doubt of the honesty of my mistakes and my mind.