Why is it that every time someone is coming closer, our heart goes cold yet our wounds get wide open again? Where does the circle stop moving forward for a new one is starting over closer to our centre? Is it time or just us who need to move our centre and heal our hearts with our own love? Looking in the mirror you see a body of old scars and yet soft retouched skin. How long does the transition last? Does it last for a blink an eye or a whole forgiveness? And when do you know your new self is ready to take up where your old hurt fleshless self died? What is it that you carry over with you? Is it memories you can’t forgive yourself for recalling of?
let me sleep
i am tired of my grief
and i would like you
to love me…
and how i sing you like a song i heard when i was young and buried for a night like this
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Nassia Kapa is the woman who writes this blog. She gets obsessed with songs she imagines herself living in and plays them on repeat mode. She loves coffee with an ice cube, airports, hugs and long kisses, would never say no to gin and tonic, to story telling book covers and shoes. By changing pair of shoes, you walk in different pace, directions and you see new people from another point of view. She lives in south London and loves taking long walks in neighbourhoods she has never been before.
Passionate about poetry in words, in feelings, in body language.
Touched by anything that can make her brain molecules obey her heart's strong will. Lost in Opera arias and ballet. Drunk in jazz and art.
Hello, my name is Nassia. I am not a photographer. I just feel, it happens to have a camera around.
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