青春手卷

Nothing want to be said here, just scribble down the narrative what catched me in the first place. They are kind of monologue, kind of vocieover, kind of echo from heart, from yesterday, from youth......

"There sits my love from yesterday, and I thought it was love for eternity; There sits my memory but not my future; There sits the most lovable person in the whole world to me whom I never knew any better than the day we first met; the person, who could light a fire in me and put it out, who knew, but didn’t want to believe. I said to you either… or you cried…because of me or because of you, not because I love you so much…and that’s what I should cry for."