DAMARIS CODREA

A visual journal of becoming

In the end,
I was there,
in the middle of nowhere,
trying to find what was lost.
I heard a voice telling me to start again, and I listened.
I restarted.
And in the end, everything was spectacular.

I tried to understand,
but I couldn’t.
I tried to run,
but I didn’t.
I tried to be happy,
forcing myself into it.
I tried to hide,
but I was standing in an open field.
I tried to turn around,
to go back where I was,
but I couldn’t find the way.

late spring