V zátišiach sledujem bábky,
pripomínajú mi nemý film.
Len chodia hore dole,
otvárajú ústa,
rozhadzujú rukami,
snažia sa prísť k happy endu.
Okrem vetra ktorý mi našepkáva o tanci padnutých listov,
počujem len vlastné myšlienky,
vlastné problémy,
dozvuky krátkych,
radostných chvíľ z toho čo bolo predtým.
Chlad skrúca moje telo do klbka,
moju myseľ počiny druhých.
No najťažšie sú rána,
takmer bez dychu,
bojuješ o kúsok tepla,
na autobu
As I stared into my eyes through the mirror I realized, this is my moment. Just as the next moment is mine, and the next after that. I have the power to take anything that is given to me and I can transform it. With my hands I can create beauty or destruction. Of course, I choose the path of beauty. To create, to love, to give. There is no end for me. The end is always, simply, the beginning, ad infinitum.
It was time for us to go our separate ways. Each of us had class in a different direction but as her boyfriend turned the corner, she grabbed me by the hand. I looked at her with confusion but followed her lead. She took me out to a secluded area just outside of the complex and turned to me, keeping my hand in hers.
My heart was pounding as she looked me in the eyes. It had been almost a year since I'd been this close to her.
"I still love you," she said. As the words left her lips I was paralyzed. I was unsure how to respond to the moment I had been h
thumbs up. you really manage to show emotions through your pictures. tis just so well done. either i am predisposed to get the way you express , or you are just pure genius ( ps : you are gorgeous )