I have a little problem, I think. I can't really listen to music anymore. I mean I like to hear familiar song, either ones that make me feel nothing or ones that I know what make me feel and I defend myself from them. So sorry if I "spam" you only with old songs. I'll soon run out probably. I am also very picky. I don't have many favorites. Actually, I am pretty sure I have posted this one some time ago. Anyway.
That empty seat. A friend and I broke into a closed summer theatre today.It was awesome. I could stay there forever. The site from the scene was beautiful as the sun came down under the amphitheater, birds were flying over me (it was in a park), it was stone silence and dead cold.
I had this idea for him to take some photos of me alone as a spectator in that sea of empty chairs full of snow. After I got up I left the seat empty...I mean really empty because there wasn't any snow on it anymore, thus the picture.
Browsing thought the shots a few minutes ago I saw this one and said to myself: the empty seat. Of course I had a deeper meaning in mind. I felt better on stage actually, but that empty seat haunted me. We...I and, what I've heard around me, most people feel that empty space. Either a husband, a better job, money, success, I dunno, some desire strange things :P like maybe this Leica white as snow. I would become a lesbo for that cam (seing it as a feminine entity :P ). What I am looking for is not summed up in a word. Ha and the Beatles singing "That's what I waaant.... gime me moooneyy" on my player. Just liked the timing.
That empty seat fascinates me even more because I don't know what it's supposed to be filled by. I keep hoping that I'll know when I see it/find it, but I am no so sure anymore. I am sometimes afraid that true happiness is not the end of the story. It's just a moment somewhere, maybe it has passed, and the rest is ...the rest of my life. I am tired of living on hope. I want some kind of certainty or Truth. What I miss...his arms around me.
That empty seat. A friend and I broke into a closed summer theatre today.It was awesome. I could stay there forever. The site from the scene was beautiful as the sun came down under the amphitheater, birds were flying over me (it was in a park), it was stone silence and dead cold.
I had this idea for him to take some photos of me alone as a spectator in that sea of empty chairs full of snow. After I got up I left the seat empty...I mean really empty because there wasn't any snow on it anymore, thus the picture.
Browsing thought the shots a few minutes ago I saw this one and said to myself: the empty seat. Of course I had a deeper meaning in mind. I felt better on stage actually, but that empty seat haunted me. We...I and, what I've heard around me, most people feel that empty space. Either a husband, a better job, money, success, I dunno, some desire strange things :P like maybe this Leica white as snow. I would become a lesbo for that cam (seing it as a feminine entity :P ). What I am looking for is not summed up in a word. Ha and the Beatles singing "That's what I waaant.... gime me moooneyy" on my player. Just liked the timing.
That empty seat fascinates me even more because I don't know what it's supposed to be filled by. I keep hoping that I'll know when I see it/find it, but I am no so sure anymore. I am sometimes afraid that true happiness is not the end of the story. It's just a moment somewhere, maybe it has passed, and the rest is ...the rest of my life. I am tired of living on hope. I want some kind of certainty or Truth. What I miss...his arms around me.
3 flu flu:
Lovely pic
ps: ti-ai gasit aripa mult dorita?
nu stiu , poate. poate aripa aia o am deja, dar nu stiu s-o folosesc.
Pai si faci ceva in acest sens?
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