"I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it."
- Sylvia Plath
Life stops and then it starts again. But the pace is never the same.
Everyone around me is unhappy...others just don't realise it yet, but they are. Happiness just seems to be very fleeting. In a strange city, in a strange mood, i am a stranger. Aren't we all a little strange?
Lay back in my own dream
Playback on a big screen
You and me together
Why give up a love found
Wish that I could write down
What you mean to me
-Oceanlab
Valentine meal: Strawberries with sweet milk and sausages that M cooked. |
Strange's definition: alienated
Saudade, Sehnsucht, Ennui and Soledad
Words in different languages, but they all mean one thing: haunted by loneliness, longing and nostalgia. Ever since M has disaappeared, i search for him everywhere. A glimpse, a passing thought and a random forgotten memory is all that carry me through the day. It feels so hollow to sit and fake smiles. Is there even any reason to smile?
Akemi in cosmic love- A conceptual art by me |
Been listening to a lot of Indie music nowadays. Flo and her crew have been pretty much blaring in my ears every single minute. This one is my favourite..
Sayonara
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