i find

maybe it is being all too aware of the transient nature of my existence,but whatever it is, i find my self cherishing on the most profound level, every object within eyeshot, buses driving loudly ..
....,faces rushing by, trees aching to bloom...there is a heightened sense of the electricity that is life.
and an overwhelming dread of the inevitable empty that we all will be part of...my eyes thirst for all they see...as if engulfing visual images may grant some sort of immortality.
even the depressions...symptoms, albeit unpleasant, of life.