hibernal

so the month is gone and i did absolutely nothing from what i've promised myself to do. lost time. i feel the claw inside me. all this nonsense, i fear of mediocrity. i fear of brain death. not enough light and no more the owls. this is the last picture with ioana smoking at the large window. i feel the beauty leaving along with the summer and the light and the owls. the claw round up my soul, my heart. so close. we become the others. strangers, dark, lonely. but would your love save me this winter, will your love lead me to a new summer...would you be...