BEING LIGHT

Superb things hidden anywhere to our blind eyes.

Huge somethings in the middle of nowhere.

Buried feelings that still burns out.

Worthless memories that still haunt us in an everending struggle to defy them.

Let’s go through this hazy labyrinth carved deeply like stone of historical walls.

Breathing all that crazy stuff, that stingy venom around and bloody whispers.

Afterwards you turn back and the only thing you see is a confused mass and a clear path to begin



Julie Delpy "A Waltz" sdtr from "Before Sunset"