Head held high, conquering the skies, yet I fear to look into your eyes.
Late at night, when everyone's sleeping tight, I act drunk, drinking my bitter tears with hard music on my mind. I wait until everything feels alright, then slowly drift off to sleep without a fight.
I hate tears! They don't care when or where to fall!
Umberto Prencipe
Untitled , Three Windows - Simon Schubert , 2022 .
German , b. 1976 -
Graphite on paper , 100 x 70 cm.
A lonely road in Seabeck
The night has come closer, replacing the unknown people with the known darkness.
Why do people have to compare everyone? Why do people have to always ruin every good moment with the stain of comparison that never fades?