I walk along the lines…I see the lights, see life.
Life is fast here, like a streak of light that is always in a hurry, to reach – nobody knows where…
They go to work, they go home and they move faster than they realize, no time to pause, think, breathe or live.
Life does not mean living any more, its running like a streak of light. I walk alone I walk alongside the lights, and I breathe in the ultramarine sky.
Article written by: Sadia Naheen
Edited by: Nilla Palmer
Inspired by: Photo of the Day | October 20 | Market Street, by Matt Caguyong