– images captured during a walk to Skinnarviksberget in Stockholm.
On a more personal note…
Taking a walk with a man that makes my heart sing in a city that has a very monotone melody but a lyrics that is pretty rich. I wrote a poem about this memory.
— Poem —
This city looks as ancient as love
but love isn’t always this pretty.
Our history does roughin’ us up
but we soften with time and with bravery.
Before you all love felt so old
so eventually my heart it went cold.
But now even coldness feels new
cause no one makes me feel like you do.