We catch cords
like lungs lunge
towards the air,
as if we would be
nothing
without something
to hold on to.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Between the lines and through the lens…
We catch cords
like lungs lunge
towards the air,
as if we would be
nothing
without something
to hold on to.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly