“And in the end we’re just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love could heal our brokenness.” (Fitzgerald) I know this is a very similar photo to my first post. But I love to watch him sleep. Somehow, someone who sleeps is so vulnerable, so close to you on the one hand and so far away on the other. You never know where the other person is at this moment, where his mind wanders, his dreams take him. And yet, he’s so close, so familiar, the smell, the touch, the skin. Love. As ancient as mankind and yet will we never fully understand it. This photo forms part of my personal ongoing project. It’s almost early morning in Buenos Aires and I am Sarah Pabst, @_sarahpabst_ , posting for @burndiary.