Each image is like the silent shot that no one saw or heard. each image hurts me because it reminds me of the sensation of losing something or someone. each image whispers how i am finite. in each image there is a hidden light, an undisclosed secret. the memory of suspended time is the beginning for salvation. but in each image i had the opportunity to learn the truth, to see the darkness. I cried for all the things i saw. i lost forever, fear embraces the darkness. in each image i remember the feeling of being apart of something unknown. everything i saw i loved with the heart even knowing that i would lose in the end. in each image is born a new battlefield in which the struggle for truth is the only certainty. in each image i remember the feeling of being apart of something unknown. everything i saw i loved with the heart even knowing that i would lose in the end. in each image a new battlefield in which the struggle for truth is the only certainty.