November 21, 2014


we'll be so beautiful 
when we get old

he said while holding my hands 
a bit cold from early autumn greyness
when I got this feeling of melancholy
that comes from things being too perfect

only yesterday I cried in his hug
for world being too cruel
not letting me do everything 
as I want

in that small moment
under the high ceiling of central station
few minutes before the departure
I realised I have everything

I am everything
the stars 
the air 
the water
and the colour
it's me

I have no border and no limit
I am love

photo from the series: / tropical depth /

I found this in my diary. It didn't seem great at that moment, now after few weeks I find it much more precious. Will be back soon.


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