top of page

All the places where I am not, 11.Oct.2015

I think of all the places where I am not while I walk in the woods. I think I am catching a cold because my nose keeps on running and my eyes keep on crying. I keep on walking, I can no longer feel my fingers, the view of the city makes me want to disappear and maybe just then I will become one with it all, I think again of all the places where I am not. All the places where I am not. 

Opmerkingen


bottom of page