A WHITE RENAISSANCE

Loneliness lingers…

Loneliness lingers…

A girl with so much kindness and love and spirit. 

A girl with so much kindness and love and spirit. 

Everyday you leave the front door, you realize everything moves forward too fast and too quickly. When do we have time to reflect on what has happened, what is happening, what should happen? Never. The future hurtles at us everyday. 
Change is too much. It cannot stop. Every breath is an aeon passed by.

Everyday you leave the front door, you realize everything moves forward too fast and too quickly. When do we have time to reflect on what has happened, what is happening, what should happen? Never. The future hurtles at us everyday. 

Change is too much. It cannot stop. Every breath is an aeon passed by.

I do not do it for love.

I do it to be mortal. And to know what it means to experience the great vastness of immortality.