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In darkness there's no brighter light than hope. Hope for a cold and frightened mind. Hope for those who lost their heart and mind in a continuous mistaken journey. That's a journey that begins with light and will end with darkness.
Sometimes... during that journey, it comes all back to darkness, when they feel unprotected, unconscious, unknown. Just hoping to see some light. A dim light that might bring them back to their path in the journey. But then... someone appears with that, so desired, light and even much more. You reach out for their hand and you feel the warm and calming touch. Then, you know you might have another opportunity to stand up and go on... but still, in that exact time... when you are just about to hold close all of your strength again, it's when you realise that your hand slipped away and that there's no more light. That... everything has gone back to the frightening and usual darkness. Now, you believe that NOW it's the end. You really do, once more.

Alone in darkness like a prisioner in a dungeon with eternal night outside.

* It's not poetry, it's not brilliant. But it's from my mind. A mind that is getting lost and has some urge needs to spit some words out.

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Photographer:Me
Place:A church in Lisbon
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This candelabrum makes me think of a dungeon in a church (quite opposite, but it amazes me such idea).

& P-L-E-A-S-E this is not a stock account...

Description
In darkness there's no brighter light than hope. Hope for a cold and frightened mind. Hope for those who lost their heart and mind in a continuous mistaken journey. That's a journey that begins with light and will end with darkness.
Sometimes... during that journey, it comes all back to darkness, when they feel unprotected, unconscious, unknown. Just hoping to see some light. A dim light that might bring them back to their path in the journey. But then... someone appears with that, so desired, light and even much more. You reach out for their hand and you feel the warm and calming touch. Then, you know you might have another opportunity to stand up and go on... but still, in that exact time... when you are just about to hold close all of your strength again, it's when you realise that your hand slipped away and that there's no more light. That... everything has gone back to the frightening and usual darkness. Now, you believe that NOW it's the end. You really do, once more.

Alone in darkness like a prisioner in a dungeon with eternal night outside.

* It's not poetry, it's not brilliant. But it's from my mind. A mind that is getting lost and has some urge needs to spit some words out.

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Photographer:Me
Place:A church in Lisbon
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This candelabrum makes me think of a dungeon in a church (quite opposite, but it amazes me such idea).

& P-L-E-A-S-E this is not a stock account...