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What do you love?

I'd say travelling.  One of the things I love to do when I go to a new place is sit and look outside.  Each city has its own particular look; its own personality. Hmm, I've been thinking, like, I don't know.. I love the way that each city I go to is different.  I love the city; as beautiful as the sea or the country is to look at, I doubt I could ever live somewhere like that. I love buildings. I love lights. I love movement.  I love the way that the people dress. The way the buildings look. I don't know what it is exactly, but I just love it.  Wherever I go, I'll take a picture of what it looks like out the window, because when I look at it, I can remember exactly what it was like sitting there..  The one thing im definitely going to do as soon as I have the chance (well, and the resources).. is travel and see everywhere and everything..

sometimes the world can be so beautiful.

Hmm, another definite love of mine would have to be photography.  Because the world can be a mean, horrible, ugly place; but taking pictures is about capturing that one moment when it ceases to be all of that.. and giving you something to dream for when things seem down. That's what it is to me anyway; to try to get people to notice the beauty you see in even the most mundane things...

I love the feel of the brush against the canvas, but rather than being as if theyre fighting against each other, it feels more like theyre pushing each other, passionately. Two lovers… creating.  In a world when no one bothers to understand anymore, it is in this love that they are free.  The outcome is never the same, but always a wonderful surprise.  A beautiful mistake.

I love the sound of voices, the music, when I'm lying in my bed under the warm covers, and the rain streaks down the glass. The way that you can just listen and hear the pain in their voice, and know they they understand theirs. That they know your dreams. And the fact that I'm inside, from the water; how I'm safe from potential hurt. From the outside. Leaving me only to have to deal with what's inside.

But I hate how you'll never know.

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What do you love?

I'd say travelling.  One of the things I love to do when I go to a new place is sit and look outside.  Each city has its own particular look; its own personality. Hmm, I've been thinking, like, I don't know.. I love the way that each city I go to is different.  I love the city; as beautiful as the sea or the country is to look at, I doubt I could ever live somewhere like that. I love buildings. I love lights. I love movement.  I love the way that the people dress. The way the buildings look. I don't know what it is exactly, but I just love it.  Wherever I go, I'll take a picture of what it looks like out the window, because when I look at it, I can remember exactly what it was like sitting there..  The one thing im definitely going to do as soon as I have the chance (well, and the resources).. is travel and see everywhere and everything..

sometimes the world can be so beautiful.

Hmm, another definite love of mine would have to be photography.  Because the world can be a mean, horrible, ugly place; but taking pictures is about capturing that one moment when it ceases to be all of that.. and giving you something to dream for when things seem down. That's what it is to me anyway; to try to get people to notice the beauty you see in even the most mundane things...

I love the feel of the brush against the canvas, but rather than being as if theyre fighting against each other, it feels more like theyre pushing each other, passionately. Two lovers… creating.  In a world when no one bothers to understand anymore, it is in this love that they are free.  The outcome is never the same, but always a wonderful surprise.  A beautiful mistake.

I love the sound of voices, the music, when I'm lying in my bed under the warm covers, and the rain streaks down the glass. The way that you can just listen and hear the pain in their voice, and know they they understand theirs. That they know your dreams. And the fact that I'm inside, from the water; how I'm safe from potential hurt. From the outside. Leaving me only to have to deal with what's inside.

But I hate how you'll never know.