You are my sweetest downfall.
and kissed me till the morning light, the morning light, the morning light
I`m overdosing Regina Spektor`s sweet falls, while counting mines. I stopped here. My hands are getting cold and I`m training my mind to focus on my exams. But that`s not what`s important. Not for real. Meanwhile, I stay awake at night and plan things up. And I keep having these… these. A cold one, a warm one. Somehow, I can`t stop smiling. In fact, I’m bittersweet`ening.
I won’t stop taking photography at such a personal and intimate level, even if it`s going to kill me.
