I wanted everything to happen exactly how I've been dreaming it. But life cought me dreaming and she bited me hard and when I realised that and started to care more about the present I had to say good bye.
I knew I will come back in august, but that sense of loss is something that you can't just erase it; you haft to live with it at least for a while. Coming home..everything felt so alone and empty because the past made an impact on me.
After every trip I look in the mirror for minutes and minutes and I simply feel different. It all goes as if I try to see beyond my eyes, directly in my soul but I just have more questions. I ask myself if I am really changed. Am I? Am I?
After washing my hair I look at it and see the softness it has forgotten for over two weeks. As well as me.
Looking through my poems and written thoughts from those days..Definitely some feeling that tickles my heart.
Mi-e dor de ceva ce pare
ca nici n-a existat
si neraspunsurile tale,
nu-mi lasa nimic,
prin urmare.
I loved walking around with my voltaire in one hand and with my camera in the other..
