February 2012
I get the strangest feeling when I walk through long corridors. It is as if I am standing still and the only thing moving is the shadows and the light. The distance stretches before me with endless ways in and out. I am standing still in a life of endless corridors and the only thing changing is the shadows and the light…
“This love
So violent
So fragile
So tender
So hopeless
This love
As...”
– Jacques Prévert (via winglesss
)
