I am writing again after a very long time.
The past few months has been emotionally a rollercoaster ride for me, many unexpected things happening to myself, my family and friends.
The world is always too chaotic for such simple tiny heart and mind to process, I often get lost and still am, in the midst of all these people and their unreadable, incomprehensible ways.
And yet, still, I am wanting to walk around cities full of human beings and take photographs of them, watch children play, a man lighting his cigarette, people waiting, laughing, crying. I want to stand there and keep inhaling this world.
Still, after, everything.
There is a distance between here and there. Sometimes it’s too far, but just a fraction of a moment, it comes close to you, or you closer, and you feel everything of everyone.