While a bed should be a resting place, this could be also the place where we think the most. This is where a person could leave a corporal scent, a body heat, or just where a loud absenteeism could leave some memories, and then, let ourselves in a deep solitude. Anyway, before to sleep, I think of you. Everytime I do.
click : presence detached.
I always wanted to be new somewhere. I love that feeling to know only a few things, people and places, and a bit lost somewhere. Indeed, her great presence half strong and half detached makes me feel this. Also, it's like if I was hearing this girl, vaguely here thanks to her stare, breathing as the atmosphere seems to be loudly quiet. Anyway, colors don't match together, whatever - sigh.
lift me up.
This photograph is badly framed, but I like the colors and the thud of quiet that I still perceive through this. I really appreciate this stillness, and more, the certain boredom evoked, even if nobody is present here. Indeed, to me this photograph is all about listening to the silence, and starring at nothing. I'm spying this.