and so it's broken... it surrendered itself to the weight of my careless desires.. now i learned by my mistakes and with their help i have grown.. yet...the glass i love is still here..broken.. but what else is this "broken" other than a different way of existence.. and all is left for me is to accept it so that life flows through my eyes inside it... and then i will see that the glass wont be fixed... but for me its every little piece will seem as perfect as it once were ...
..i often visit you Valentina. you always manage to put a smile in my face with every new little piece of our broken life that you shoot..
and so it's broken...
RispondiEliminait surrendered itself to the weight of my careless desires..
now i learned by my mistakes and with their help i have grown..
yet...the glass i love is still here..broken..
but what else is this "broken" other than a different way of existence..
and all is left for me is to accept it so that life flows through my eyes inside it...
and then i will see that the glass wont be fixed...
but for me its every little piece will seem as perfect as it once were ...
..i often visit you Valentina. you always manage to put a smile in my face with every new little piece of our broken life that you shoot..