The splitting of the chrysalis & the slow unfolding of the wings
Yatromanolakis Yorgos
I returned back to the same place. I felt lost.
Within a strange tranquillity, something destructive arose inside me.
I had sunk into a quiet desperation. I denied my past.
I tried a hundred times to erase my memory. I was craving change.
Flowing into the night, I became a wild animal.
I confronted nature and death. I wanted to live. Feel every moment.
Walk against the whistling wind. Breathe and dive into the cold sea.
Harvest moon. Everything caught in the fire.
I walked with her in the blue dusk. Following my heartbeat.
I lapsed into a transformation, an unexpected alignment with the stars.
