Woke up in the morning, looked through my window. Endless fog and lonely tree. Eyes appeared behind it, coloured with a shine from the game. We stared at each other. My existence gives birth to her fears. Wind howling around us.
– Do not be afraid, my doe. Sow your fears and leave them far behind. Because I’m lost in you. You’re perfect.
Empty breath and a look that speaks. Heart ticked by worries. She turned and left me. Just like yesterday did. Just like today does. And I guess, tomorrow will..
Irena Mila is one of the Lundagards photographers.
She studies Biology, and has as previously exhibited works in New Delhi, Belgrad and Štip, Macedonia.
