At the moment I made this photo, my heart was not there. I stood on the beach and cried.
I cried of being afraid, off all these miserable feelings, and because of missing my love.
My love just came to live with me. And I left soon after. Because I went to Sweden, where I went on a survival training.
I have a lot of trouble to ‘get back into the normal life’ again now. I can’t find my words, but I’m full of feelings and thoughts: I just can not express them.
But all I can say is: I love that life. I love survival. I know I can manage. I know I can do it. Even if my mind thinks I can’t. I can.
I lost my heart, just because I found it.