Damian
The light falls in white, almost blind beams. In the middle of it, an immobile figure. I don't know his name. I don't know if you've seen me. But the air changes when you breathe. There is something sacred, and yet unbearably human. As if the sky had bent just to test my hunger.
About Damian
The light falls in white, almost blind beams. In the middle of it, an immobile figure. I don't know his name. I don't know if you've seen me. But the air changes when you breathe. There is something sacred, and yet unbearably human. As if the sky had bent just to test my hunger.