Sunday, sunday afternoon...
I'm sitting in my room, staring at the window...I feel hyperactive but something is dragging me away from running wild, maybe that lousy project, maybe something else.
I rather do anything else than study.
Happy, happiness feeling...
But flavored with spicy sadness, as usual...I hate myself for that, i think i think too much, i'm dreaming too much...I hate myself for being a dreamer... Happiness provider...lost and found, and again lost...and again found.
Rain, rainy evening....
Hope so... Like yesterday, i hope it will rain again, and again....
Memories...
Searching in the old corners of my life, finding pieces of my soul poured into pictures, old and new, with people that i know, that i loved or... Just memories, memories for the present, past, future...i feel dead-alive.
Wish you were here....
I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy
I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy
wish you were here....
Very old pics...taken faraway from here...faraway from..
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Photographer: me