There are always the questions, uncomfortable naked truths that knock in silence, the worst realities and the most fearful ramblings knock at the door and naive I venture to see if it's you again, before opening the door I stop to smoke and already crazy I let them pass.
From thought to thought without turning back, my mind sinks, the spiral feels good as long as there is a little fun in the head and all those fleeting glances are diluted when I close my eyes, black, I return to live my life a particle of a second, with all that paraphernalia of the world, I feel alive, or I think I am because all the sensations devour me inside, cry with laughter, scream with love, I am intoxicated by the senses .... until someone says my name.
Photographers: Nik To
