I’m lost
Photographs and words: Demian Jacob
I’m lost, the boy at the apartment with the body and his soul , some madness in a tropical mood. I’m always confused to the life. I don’t know about my body, whats the true or false
The real power to live one day.
A green man reflects like Landscapes indoors in color. A light beam reflected on the motorcycle with violet towel. My wall has no window, the next building dirty remains with the light in the blue sweatshirt. The night appears in the Landfill, I can not see anything else. Some days are enough to search for nothingness.
I’m lost
Photographs and words: Demian Jacob
I’m lost, the boy at the apartment with the body and his soul , some madness in a tropical mood. I’m always confused to the life. I don’t know about my body, whats the true or false
The real power to live one day.
A green man reflects like Landscapes indoors in color. A light beam reflected on the motorcycle with violet towel. My wall has no window, the next building dirty remains with the light in the blue sweatshirt. The night appears in the Landfill, I can not see anything else. Some days are enough to search for nothingness.