poniedziałek, 18 sierpnia 2014

places. they seem to be so similiar, don't they? buildings, those little streets in which nothing can fit, shadows around each corner. people here, people there. yet, different feelings. different spacetimes. i thought i'm capable of anything there. that i'm at the top of the "time". trying to catch those seconds which are sleep-walking towards the end. i thought i could make it.