4.09.2014

Losing the track of time


My head is loose from clock's pointers, i see everybody running but can not feel the rush.
Dawn, day, sunset, night they all dance together in my mind but i don't care.
Maybe this is what some people call being crazy, maybe it is just being here.
Now.


12 comentários:

  1. Loving the little flowers on your shoes. And loving the feeling you're describing here!

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  2. Love it Sara :) Let's enjoy life!

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  3. ♥♥♥♥♥

    (i love your shoes! so pretty!)

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  4. Once in a while we're gifted with the complete sense of existence and the idea of now is what makes it such a treasure. Also, perfect shoes. :)

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  5. you certainly have chosen the perfect shoes for your words. they are soft but heavy as a poem.

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