wings

you

pain

crying

her name is Kamila and she is living inside of me

portrait by my R. (13 XII 2013)

self-portraits and moths

benzodiazepine

self-portrait

she cannot move so you can do anything you want

healing

Latent (2013)

This is the story – very dear to my heart – about a girl with hair black as coal and eyes silent as water, who was haunted every night by demons which came in form of heavy, strong men’s hands. These dreams were so powerful, that the girl couldn’t even move, her body seemed to be so heavy and completely inertial, and eyelids were hard as bone, so she couldn’t ever stop seeing what was taking place in her body. I met her in the late afternoon on the 27^th of November, and she undressed to show me where it hurts the most, how dozens of small left behind places glow after they leave her.

I took her to the Sea where she now dream in peace.

wound (2011)

early November, death and my birthday

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