The 50 red bricks, I need for my wall when I need to stay away from the sickness.
I was understanding.
I wanted to believe the best case scenario. Didn’t want to think about the worst one.
I opted for the denial.
Then, I was irritated.
I was angry.
I was frustrated.
I was desperate, because sometimes people deliberately choose to be blind.
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As the sun warms my surface and sees right through me, I can’t live with brightness only. The sky is always watching over me.
I need the refreshing silver of the moon. I want the thin beam of light through the darkness of the deep abyss.
That’s what it feels like to face you.
Just like the moon and the sea, always connected, always apart, always bittersweet.
I have tried to create a mindset “Find inspiration everywhere” and, I have managed to succeed, but muse?
I am in a dead-end here.
I have a few questions, but somehow I feel like I can’t have easy answers, let alone correct, so pardon my misplacement. What does it feel like to be a muse to someone? Is it a burden? Does it impact your metaphysical entity in any way? Is it a responsibility? Do you need to meet expectations, criteria and keep up?
I asked an Artist, and at first glance it looks difficult to explain, not because he doesn’t know but I assume because in this case words may fail to do their magic. Sheeeeesh…
I wasn’t looking for the definition anyway. I want to know what it feels like. He said it’s an emotional transcendental state. No boundaries, a person, an object which transforms in overwhelming feelings, like a source of energy to produce art non stop. It is a state of mind, so unique and personal that sometimes it drifts away from the object of muse itself.
Credits to Albi a true Artist. Thanks for the pic.
I was so excited the first day, when my first post was published and I still am. Writing has been a “partner in crime” during all my life, not that I attempt to create a writing lab, but it has always soothed me, as bringing my thoughts to life, is like breaking my whole being into thousands fractions. It might look weird, but that’s my way of being complete, being a puzzle and switching my pieces from time to time. That’s a way that makes me feel alive, because it’s not easy, because it’s hard, thus I still keep learning.
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As superficiality is the source of all vices.. or something like that.
I want to be superficial! Easy as that… yes because life is so much easier to a superficial. I would be careless, I would think less, worry less, enjoy more… The way I see it.
Wait, no, actually here is what I want:
I WANT TO BE A LEAF ON A TREE!
Continue reading De Profundis