понедељак, 14. новембар 2011.

If you love me, why am I dying?

I had a wonderful day with my friends from the graphic design department. A photoshoot.
A specific one, to be exact.
I've had this idea for a long time. It came to my mind one night, when I suddenly woke up, around 2 or 3 am. I jumped out of my bed and scribbled something on the paper next to my computer and returned to bed.
It was actually a memory from my childhood. A memory of my mom telling me and my sister that we shouldn't bind each others arms (because we always did that sort of stuff) because we'll die. I know it's kinda creepy but her mom used to tell her that, and her grandmother used to tell to her mom.
So, I did my version of that story.
A story of two sisters that were bonded. And the sisters who died because of that bond.

All we know is falling

Please don't take her away

If you love me, why am I dying?

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