I abandoned that place as well as I abandoned you, even knowing that leaving you behind…
I was leaving myself too.” — Mónica Farnos.
It makes me tremble. Every single place I have touched ripped a part of me, irreplaceable and unique.
A part of my existence that will never come back.
A bunch of memories wandering through those paths,
just like your fingertips around every single corner of my skin.
Your touch carved emotions on me that even now I am trying to get rid of, in vain.
Text & Images: Mónica Farnos