All I'm searching for is something to believe in, something that makes all the black days mean nothing when a little bit of color shows itself.
When the time comes to breath, I want to taste the sweet air. My lungs have long been filled with the bitter taste of dispare that I forget what life taste like.
I will not lose the memory of the beauty in the black and white, but I will not long for it either, as a world full of color is a world that one soon wont forget.
my photographs, my words.
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