Pantha Rei Year 2019

She : Sometimes staying is just the prolonged form of leaving. He : So, you want me to leave? She : No, I did not say that. He : Then you want me to stay? She : Up to you, really. It is your choice.

The light whips a cut into the raw flesh of my existence. Its initial warmth turns into the rusty heat of remembrance. I make a step forward, for the hope that things might be different somewhere else. Another. And another. I start to turn, first...

He : So it is a done deal then? She : I can’t promise you anything. He : Why not? She : Because I do not know what kind of a person I will be tomorrow.