My bed; my wardrobe; my drawings on the wall.
My dolls; my games; my cosmetics.
It is where I live
at least half of my life.
Life is walking and breathing; talking and fighting
loving ourselves.
These are half in my room, half on my screen.
I wondered why.
Why Eva are you here only in half?
The answer is that outside this room is unavoidable death.
Life is to eat; to drink... to be pretty, even.
But death is waiting for me.
This death is insidious. It takes many years to get you
so you forget.
But you can run away.
Eva can walk and breathe; eat and drink... be pretty.
But what will it be of her screen?
Of her love?
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
My bed; my wardrobe; my drawings on the wall.
My dolls; my games; my cosmetics.
It is where I live
at least half of my life.
Life is walking and breathing; talking and fighting
loving ourselves.
These are half in my room, half on my screen.
I wondered why.
Why Eva are you here only in half?
The answer is that outside this room is unavoidable death.
Life is to eat; to drink... to be pretty, even.
But death is waiting for me.
This death is insidious. It takes many years to get you
so you forget.
But you can run away.
Eva can walk and breathe; eat and drink... be pretty.
But what will it be of her screen?
Of her love?
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