Feeling - Blog Posts
Pain from feelings, 2022
I don’t get I don’t get I don’t get I don’t get it
Why things are happening this way, it’s so unbearable
Mirage
Ok, I’m a little crushed
№6
felt like can do it
saturation
Really proud with this one
And those random lights / shadows on the typical portuguese pavement actually helped him to continue one of the reasons he came here for: To write that (one-off again) stories that just might turn into that novel he had been rambling on about for more than a few years.... Yup; it was already beginning. The words was beginning to flow... Maybe not in a perfect way. But they were coming. In a flow like nothing before. Like something new. Like something he had'nt tried for so many years. He was... Well, happy?!?! Yes, that might be it. Plain happy. Wow... What a feeling!!! #lights #shadows #trees #lisbon #nothingreallymatters #meandmystory #laurieandthestoryof (Still somehow connected...) #pavement #sun #somewhereelse #happy #wordscometolife #thenovel #finally #sensing #feeling #happiness #writing #justanotherrandompicturefromlisbonnotmeaningalotforanyonebutme (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Lisbon, Portugal)
i sleep better holding something
holding someone
my spun silk
you say your hair is brown
yet i say spun silk.
you say your eyes are boring
but i see sweet caramel and the warmest milk.
you think you’re weird
but all i see is my butterfly.
i say my mind is disturbed
and you say, “then why do you love me?”
i say i’m dangerous
and you say “no amount of danger could keep me away from a dragonfly.”
i say you don’t want me
and you say “what if i do?”
i could never see the things you see in me.
my eyes are distorted and so are yours.
showing the shadows and never the light.
this is why you love.
to know yourself through another’s eyes.
Sometimes I wake up just wanting to sit down with John Deacon, have a cup of tea and talk about anything with him
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
Thoughts on Love #2
When I saw you, there were butterflies in my stomach.
When I looked away, they became rabid wolves, scratching and eating away at me until I learned that what I was feeling was love