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

Nacre 2020

Recently it seemed to me that my works has lost one of my old feelings, but this one demonstrates the opposite. And to be honest I like it

Susanoo

Mirage

Ok, I’m a little crushed

№6

felt like can do it

saturation

Really proud with this one

concrete

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

#trust #truth #trustme #quotes #feeling

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