29/03/2023
"They say that will-o'-the-wisps are souls that return. Sometimes we leave without noticing. We leave what we loved, move away, lock ourselves in a parallel universe of sensations about what hurts. We can’t let go, we go so far behind our pain that you can’t reach us, you can’t reach out, you can’t reach the hand. No matter how much you pull, or scream, it's all in vain. It seems that we want to return, it seems that we walk among the living, glow in our darkness with sapphire blue, moonlight white, emerald green - in every fairy tale it is different - up until now, every day there are so many fairy tales happening, in all kinds of ways - we walk and keep on walking." (c) SashaPhoto by