selfportrait photographer
Call me by a name of mine. Perhaps this war will end — and the body surrender to your hands
A war broke out, yet no flag of victory was raised on either side. We both lost— two lonely soldiers. . .
In the quiet spaces within, she listens to the silent echoes of who she is becoming
Time passes through my world, and things fall apart. Certainties dissolve and return in new forms. I keep circling what remains. No one bears witness to this— it is only I, the wandering spirit, who...