“Heartbreak.
I am fascinated by the idea that an organ that pumps vital fluid to the whole body can “break” and still continue to live, maybe it is not a good life, you don't think the same, you don't breathe the same, you don't feel the same but in the end you are still alive.
Only you could finish breaking my heart.
My friends describe our meeting as “What came to give you in the mother”Samuel, the name of my hurricane, that hurricane that starts with a light drizzle that soaks you deliciously and ends up becoming a storm that sweeps everything in its path and when it leaves, leaves everything in ruins.
I know I'm alive but I don't feel alive, my heart doesn't beat the same anymore, it broke completely. You broke it. I am broken.
Photography by Isa Gelb
I write because I have nowhere else to run... Don't let me fall in love with you because I will write about it and you will live forever.