In my heart, Mokotów will always be the symbol of a transition. It’s a time of learning to be my true self. Hurtful skin ripping off and healing, heart breaking and mending, meeting new people and loosing some too. Solitary walks around the neighborhood, many cigarettes smoked and songs heard. This one murky evening I buried my heart in Mokotów’s ground. Soon I will leave this place and start over with a clean slate, thankful for the time spent here.
I fell apart, but got back up again.
Shot with Fuji X-T1