Saturday, April 29, 2017

The Return

In our memory some how we always return to the people we loved and the places where we were happy.
In a sense, we freeze time as if the time that passed was not itself our memory.
It is almost, as if on this return we wish we had never left...

P.RestLessMindx (2017)

Winter...

I always fail to impose the absence of me when I crash into my own solitude... ! P.RestLessMindx (2018)