The days of curiosity have passed; then the days of excitement, followed by the days of joy; then the days of remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They passed, too. Nostalgia entered; then curiosity, impatience, excitement, joy, remorse, hope and forgetfulness. They have passed, yes. Then aimlessness, and nothingness. Perfect for fear, for uncertainty, for waking up, for curiosity. Everything passes. Just the Sky gives rebirth to the Sun, again and again.
winter morning
sun must be there, somewhere
and me, too
STAIN ~ sketches from life & clips of dreams 