by Agnes Edit

on 17 February 2012

"Nightmares haunted me for weeks. They were about to get us soon, I knew it.
The time is like wandering by rivers or swimming upstream.
We have sunken into nature. We keep on going. To where we are not sure, for we have yet in mind why we are running.
I know the past will always wrestle inside us.
Entering the dark, I have lost my eyes. But I can hear them, rankling into bones.
Time is a memory untrue. Time is like feeling your mind grow old, not knowing what to do."


Other stories by Agnes Edit

After Dark

by Agnes Edit

on 01 March 2012

After dark, another part of us awakens.

Death Will Come to Everyone

by Agnes Edit

on 17 February 2012

A reflection on when death takes hold of the body and the soul leaves for another dimension.

A Room Of Ones Own

by Agnes Edit

on 17 February 2012

These images reflect on how we choose to live our lives in our most intimate space.


by Agnes Edit

on 17 February 2012

Motion pictures always leave my imagination out of control. I let the demons out.

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