My own cursed.

      They reassure me that I'm cursed. Strangers ask "why so sad '. When I look in the mirror, I don't see beauty, I don't  see ugliness. What I see is a sad black eyes. I wear to barge my own frailty. I cannot dump her.

Nobody wants to help me, already "help". Reportedly always I need it.

 

 

 

 

...cut my wings.

I would like to expand, but they cut my wings.

I should go for some creative college, but chose the papers. What a stupid choice. I'm sorry. Although you have to go forward.  Even if I made a wrong move.

The wheat field. The village "Pawlowice" 2014

Let the dark road to begin.

The grim, with no luck and lonely.

Photography of opening "Penny Dreadfull" 

Nothing is as it should be.

I wanted to have a job. When I have it - the remnants takes me strength. Smug on the ground depressed. Without dreams and the desire to do anything. Work is killing me. They require from me that I would have had 4 hands, and maybe even 6? Is this job is for me? If not, then what is good for?

It will never end.

I had so many dreams, so many plans ...

Where is the end..

Dreams fled. I would like to get it back, but it's impossible. I remain exclusively unfulfilled dreams.

So little I am seen.