I love beautiful things more than you or anything else. These my constant companions. These my dear friends. These the only escape from the horrors of this humanity. These precious raindrops of awe in a drought being. I was beautiful within these lovely inhabitants. I belong to these loving creatures that swell into existence in the most obscure of places. Like rare Wonders in a world that willingly ignores their splendor. So afraid of their own shadows. Their own inner depth. I love them. Bath in them and sink.