How did I become so stupid?
Or is it that I have written in my face “I’m dumb”?
It is not the million times I get torn
It is the million times I let myself into the void
Every time, I see it
Like when you see things through black light
It is not the million times i hit the road
It is the million times I do not stop
Photography by Denis Ryabov
Writing is my hobby, as well as taking pictures. My job is babysitting, I pick up two children from school and take care of them at home until their parents arrive. I used to be a 2nd grade English teacher.