Self-portraitSleepless nights.Midnight shadows.Bright nights.
Self-portraitWe could feel our heart beat at a drive-in theater and have dreams with soundtracks in them. We could lay on the grass entwined and make silhouettes of our hands as we reach for the sun.
Self-portraitWe’d rest on stormy skies and we’d be defeated by sunrays. We’d never have thought we’d get this far.
Self-portrait… in our own twisted way.
Self-portraitFireworks filled up the night sky and no one paid attention to the silver globe. People chanted and laughed and danced, but all I could do was to look at the moon and wonder if you were looking at it too.