I lost my self today. I was talking with someone, I don't remember exactly where it happened, but i'll figure it out, when I just stopped beeing me; I was hearing myself, or the personne I believed was me until that moment, and it was my voice, but it did not soune like me, it sounded light, innocent, like a girl talking, but not like me.***

I can't remember when it happened. When did I become so aware. Going back in my memories, I remember me as a kid, as a young adult, but still a kid in my view of the world, and then there is a seisure, and then I'm all grownup, and nothing is meaningless anymore. When did that seisure occure...
Picture of The Satorialist & Portrait of La Callas
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