By adding shades, colors, filters we strive to change reality... this saturation starts to feel heavy. The real beauty is # withoutFilters, so there is a truth behind them, which, alas, does not always have a rosy outlook.
There was no reason to be happy, and now... it was either white or black. Sometimes you start to appreciate the last thing to die, hope.
I look at myself from the outside and realize that my attitude to life, things that happen in it and with it, touch me in some particularly strange way. Somehow I am artificial, dry... I just learned to accept a lot of things in this life as fact... dry.
Рубрика: Мысли