Winter

It’s winter again. He left and here I am, stuck with too much time to think. I’m settling in, getting used to a life I once loved. Months have gone by, things changed, people left. I don’t recognise it anymore. I’m staring at its skeletal remains, taunting me. You should have treasured it while it lasted. And I want to scream – but I did, I loved every damn second of it. I adored it all – the blooms in spring, the warmth of...

Beyond Beauty

This is the thing I struggle with: it’s so easy to look beautiful. At least for a photographer. You learn to see, find, capture beauty. And you can always return to it – whenever you feel rejected, insecure, anything, and are in need of validation. You share a pretty picture on social media, get compliments and for a while, your world feels okay again. But it’s a coward thing to do. To exploit beauty as a refuge. It takes courage...

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The Price

Little nightmares are coming true. My heart stocks for a second. My throat tightens. Breathe. This is life. Carry on. My fingers feel cold. Or numb? I’m not sure. Can’t tell the difference. A tiny notification on a little screen. Probably meaningless, you’re over-interpreting things again. Here it is. A stunned pain, slowly trickling in. The shock cracks the indifference I’ve built around my heart. Forgotten. Of course. I almost managed to convince myself that I didn’t care anymore. Almost. But...

forgotten (day xiii)

  broken. promises given before a goodbye   faded. memories once so precious   over. stolen time little eternities in cars and unknown cities on summer lawns and spring cliffs   gone. familiarity once felt   forgotten. why i used to care about you     was that our last goodbye? Models: Milena and Bojana <3...