"I died many times today, in a season that's suppose to be filled with hope and expectations. I died in the crowd, in the pointless conversations between me and my friends, on my morning run, in every battle I fight against emptiness. My heart is sore and does not want to beat anymore, but it keeps on beating unwillingly, and my pain is eating me away, and I can feel there's something wrong. I can feel the emptiness has taken up so much space in my heart, and that there's a huge void opens up and I'm falling. I try to fight it, and I run, I've learned to deal with it, and yet nothing helped. I see her in everything, I feel her in every breathe, I miss her in every step of my way, for there's not a single moment that I'm not thinking of her, or not hurting over her. And so, I keep on falling, into the deep, endless void of darkness and loneliness." From one of my journals. (Spring 8/9) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #photography #ilovephotography #nikon #nikond90 #travel #traveller #travelblogger #travelphotography #nature #naturephotography #spring #freestylewriting #writing #journal #journaloflife #creativewriting #london #lifeispoetry (at London, United Kingdom)