DyingS0ul

I haven' t submitted anything for the past few months...not counting my deviantID. I mean the real, actual work. It's not that I'm not into photography anymore..it's just the opposite. I'm in deeper and deeper every day. As some of you already know, I've become member of Art Photography Association of Bosnia and Herzegovina (translated by me) and participated in some important exibitions in B&H and area. Collecting points, I officialy became "3rd class photographer" and certainly not an amateur anymore (but I still don't make money doing this :) ) At the moment I'm preparing my web site (that's a lie...my friend is making it for me :heart:)

May 25th 1995. The war in my country came to it's end...at least we thought so..we choose to believe in what we've been told. we choose to feel the taste of peace and deliverence..we made an effort to get our lives back to normal. Teenagers started going out again, enjoying that taste od freedom...until that May 25th, 11 years ago. One grenade in only one minute took 71 young lives and left 200 of them injured. The average age was 21, almost the age I am now...I write this for them, for those who will never be forgotten, for those who slipped away so soon. They would be young mothers and fathers now, who knows what kind of life has been waiti

I can't recognize myself...or worse I can't recognize the people I love. I wonder who has changed...maybe I became indifferent for the things I used to care, for the things that used to frustrate me. Now I don't care if Someone would be angry or sad because of me....I don't mind being cause for Someone's pain...Sometimes I wish for that pain. But (there is always "but") I want to be....you know...just me! And I keep hearing Someone telling me how I'm not the one I used to be. In my attempt to remain the same I just got frustrated cause it's mission impossible. People change and there is nothing to stop it! I try not to do bad things, but I gu