The bridge between


I know the details of my face very very well. The bridge between what I feel and what I look like is every year shorter. I no longer have to cross it to watch the infinite gratitude, nor the darkness growing in my chest. They are in the pictures, as you are too, and we have finally become able to see that we are just a support for light, for color, for shapes, and for everything we live and die for.

silvia grav