Hours waisted upon the expectation of a trusting and comfortable reality... so pointless. Merging dreams with real life to create a surreal atmosphere of perfectness that allows oneself to forget for moments what really matters. To keep breathing. But suddenly the mystical fog dissipates and everything falls back into it's original place. Despite all the efforts to remain in that childlike state, the ordinary girl comes to the surface of the ordinary world again... And this is my hummus.
domingo, 7 de março de 2010
My hummus
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