The experience would - no doubt - evoke miles and miles of stories, that are yet locked away in drawers of my soul.
// from 12.09.2012
Thursday, February 21, 2013
I might just leave for Ireland afterall. A
place that doesn't know me, that wants nothing from me. A place that
won't create any illusions, because it's rough and expensive and it will
not make me feel as if on holiday. Instead it would let me be with my
own mind, my loneliness, my fears, my expectations. It would give me
space to fill with all I run from. It could blast me with a whole
universe of nothingness. It could dragg me down to my roots, let me cry
and find peace within the crying. It would force me to wake up.
The experience would - no doubt - evoke miles and miles of stories, that are yet locked away in drawers of my soul.
// from 12.09.2012
connemara, ireland, 2012
The experience would - no doubt - evoke miles and miles of stories, that are yet locked away in drawers of my soul.
// from 12.09.2012
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