I see beauty in brokenness, abandonement, and loss

There is a kind of untapped beauty in the abandoned and broken down buildings left to rot on the side of the road... in the houses supposedly occupied by spirits and ghosts, darkened schools, manufacturing companies that are overthrown by untamed vegetation, empty churches, and gas sations closed down still with signs that say the gas is two dollars and eighteen cents. There is a sort of untouched marvel in the swollen banks of the river, and the deep trenches of running rainwater, and being there to capture the moment, up high on the mountain tops at night.

She spreads her arms like wings on the back of a motor cycle. She finds beauty in the broken, abandoned and lost...