I am wandering through misty paths, hoping to find myself at the end of my journey. With every step I'm getting lost within the labyrinth of my consciousness. And the future is unknown, only a blurred vision in front of my teary eyes. ...
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Bare hands, teary eyes and frozen breath. No pretending. Just me, being honest to myself for the first time in a while. Nothing made sense but every second felt right. ...
This is me, marked by the shadows of my past. They carved deep scarves into my skin, making me the person I am. ...
The story of a girl, with the mind of a child and youth in her veins, dreaming her once technicolour dreams that are now played out in a purple-tinted autumn haze, dulled by the realisation that she is nothing but the ghost of her past. ...
A lovely evening with my fellow photographers Alisa, Arian and Quynh Anh. Alisa (by Arian) Alisa, taking photos of the first sunset in october, 2011. ...
She wasn't supposed to be here, trapped inside the forest of irresitible temptations. In the moment her feet started moving torwards the glowing warmth of crimson relase, she knew there was no turning back. With each step she was losing her ability to distinguish right from wrong, good from bad, reality from illusion. Nothing will be made undone. There won't be a chance...
It must have been hours of standing here in the middle of a place I once called home, soaking in the deafening sound of quietness. I am not able to move any further. How could I, when every part of me is wanting to stay. My knees begin to tire under the shivers of unsecurity that circulate through every cell of my body....
I have been sitting here in front of the glaring light of my computer screen, trying to find the right words to describe the past three weeks. I have spent time at the northsea, on a small island of hundredandseventeen souls. During these days I learnt more about my hopes, my faith and myself than I did in the past sixteen years. I've...
