Old things

Whenever i walk passed old things i have to stop. Stop and look. Stop and think. Stop and wonder. Cliche's like "they dont make'm like they used to" or "those were the days" come to mind. But generally i think little when i do this stop-and-look thing. It's more of an admiration. A feeling of wow, you are old. And i wonder how it must feel like to be old. You see, i respect old things and people and memories. Dont know why. Maybe because i think they are wise and i can learn from them. Maybe because i envy them as they are closer to completion. The end of a cycle. Something like that. Maybe because they remind me of feelings i have yet to find a name for and am quite happy to leave it that way...who knows