In Madness And In Magnetic Beauty, In Glory And In Melancholy.

What do you do, when you don't feel your soul in your body? You wait for the soul to return, because it gets lost sometimes, but never forgets the way back home✨

~ Returning Home ~

Anneshwa ✨

I will heal, after a semi quiet yawp, i will heal.

Anneshwa Paul

Meet me on the bridge of glorified agony,

Afloat ; a floating incident between two grounds above water

Between a winsome arrival and a sorrowful departure.

Can we burn it, so that we don't have to cross the bridge?

Bridge will always be the metaphor for us.

It's a portal between two places,

And that's what we are.

Neither lovers, nor strangers.

- anneshwa

My art is for myself first, it's a vortex of my complex emotions. I channel my inner thoughts and feelings into it. I try not to let them dominate or paralyze me, instead use them to create something meaningful. So when you see a quote or picture by me, know that it comes from a very vulnerable place but when it goes out it makes me stronger. My art is for you and for all, but first, it's for me.

- Anneshwa

“A poem begins with a lump in the throat.”

— Robert Frost

Somedays i just wanna disappear. Away from everything that i already know, own and have.

OCTOBER

l.m. montgomery, anne of avonlea / claude monet, autumn on the seine at argenteuil / carol bishop hipps / maryanne nguyen, …and i don’t know who i am anymore / sarah guillory, reclaimed / f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby / girl in red, we fell in love in october / jacqueline woodson, if you come softly / leon spilliaert, october evening / w.s. merwin, the love for october / richard o. moore, a reminiscence / when harry met sally (1989), dir. rob reiner / ray bradbury, long after midnight / ted kooser, a letter in october / victor charreton, la terrasse, automne / richard shelton, october / katherine blower / oamul lu / anne sexton, a self-portrait In letters

Say something I'm giving up on you

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“I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.”

— Farah Gabdon