“to want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain
and then to want and not to have- to want and want- how that wrung the heart, and wrung it again and again!”
― virginia woolf, to the lighthouse
missed chance
hands in
pockets
face turned aside
he
tied his
shoelace
she
died inside
(bus stop, luxemburgplein, brüssel)
*shot with iphone5, edited with aperture 3, analog efex pro2, wet plate filter, inspired by Mara*
belgianstreets 
Oh Andy what a glorious photo! It’s so old-world-ly and full of melancholy. And your poem is perfect, she died inside….
Thank you, I was a at a loss what to post, and then with a little help from friends I wrote this, really want to try writing more…
I’m heartbroken…
The woman in the photo certainly looked that way, thank you for dropping by!
Oh gosh that twisted me inside with sadness. It’s so thought provoking and I adore the photo. One could writ so many stories from this pic…perfect x
forlorn…..and perfect lines to go with it !! ❤
Thank you Andy! Why do so many people look so sad when waiting for a bus?
I am one of them. Usually my thoughts are sombre and far away.
I’m sorry to hear that, I hope your thoughts are not always so sombre…
naaah………not always 😛 usually seldom 😉
Good to hear!
love the verse under the photo… you write these, Andy?
Thank you, yes as well as trying to do different things with my images I’ve also been experimenting with writing so am delighted you like my verse, thank you again!