“ I fear that I’m losing moments in my life in search of a poet who died writing to someone to feel alive. ”

—    No One Writes to the Poet (via flippermood

noxruna: come è iniziata la tua passione?

E ‘iniziato quando mi sono imbattuto in un abisso di solitudine che ho dovuto legare qualcosa per evitare di cadere nella disperazione e di esprimere quello che sento. “Le mie immagini sono le parole non dette.” Grazie Mille. 

Believe on Flickr.

"Cold embeds the fading memories of summers
And shoots through my bones into the marrow
And we try so hard to hold the wheel, control the balance
But faith isn’t something we can follow
We need something to believe
We want so much, so much to believe.” Honor By August

“ And I saw your face in a window’s glass, a reflection of the lights of a cold and ill-sounding underground. A train that never sleeps. ”

—    A Train That Never Sleeps (via flippermood