I saw myself looking out of the window. Alone, on another sunday. Looking at the water that was falling in the roof.
I was thinking about my life.
I’m out of home, living in another city, living the longing, living the uncertain future… More and more suffocated with my new stressfull rotine.
The only think that make me stay is the simple fact of take one of my cameras to make me company on the window, to see the rain falling in the roof.
Otherwise, I would have gone mad.
written by epitaphium on 2013-09-17