~ woke up blind ~

it's a place i come to very often. the entrance of olsztyn's doll theatre, right next to a park i like just as much. especially at night.

dead man ost still occupying my hearing, a dense summer darkness sticking to my neck. i was actually going to submit a different photo tonight but the evening has unexpectedly become more reflexive, with a hint of calm sadness and a bit insight.

for some reason i can't help thinking about home lately. i counted all the places where i lived for at least 3 months. soon i'm moving with my parents again, the 14th time.
it's crazy. all these... walls and roofs, and floors, doors and keys that don't really mean much. there's a word in my head and i won't say it out loud.
so - in october i'll move in to my 15th... home. i really find this definition far too used-up, neither am i interested in metaphorical meanings. if i've ever wondered why i consider the home-issue in more universal terms, i've got my answer now.

i like places where time brakes, swirls with leaves and falls down to your feet.
where the voices come to you.
i like places with the round stones beneath the earth.

i have nothing to do here.

you said nothing back
but i heard everything