Photographer Laura van Diermen
The imperfections, yes my darling. Such a silly predicate.
Instead of rising – as the morning light – it makes
the falling star.
We are falling; we cannot ever been this glorifying; we are failing.
Failing in something that is not existing—
dazzling in confusion.
Silly girl. Caught up in a battle, where trying is worthy dying,
where connotations of the word so strongly signify: our beauty
disappointing, and roughly
by Karina de Vries