You see, I have this problem… I come across certain things, such as TV shows, books, random objects, sometimes even people and start to obsess over them.
Day and night I would think about them, look up information about them, create artwork which was inspired by them. I cannot breathe, I cannot eat, I cannot sleep because I want more of them.
This obsession, however, lasts for a very short period of time.
Infatuation. That’s what it is.
Once it is over, I no longer care about the stuff that once fueled my existence.
And that scares me. A lot. Knowing that I have become the type of person I fear most.
Sometimes I feel like I have fucked up my own future. That some of the choices I take will alter the days that are to come. I’m planting seeds of despair, sadness and hatred… I will harvest dry flowers, rotten fruit and weeds. The sun never shines over my garden, the water has never touched its soil. That’s not an orchard that you see… it’s a graveyard. I buried all my past selves there. Like a snake, I shed my skin every spring. I try to get rid of the parasites and grow. But I am afraid I might grow too much and I will be obliged to swallow my own tail. Once I finish my meal, I will enter a void. I’ll be the uncreated once again… forever waiting for another chance to be something ethereal on Earth.
COPYRIGHT Oceauxnic 2017
Cracked my head like an eggshell because I fell so hard in love with you.
COPYRIGHT Oceauxnic 2017
there are no words which can express the feeling of gratitude that has taken control over me
all i can say is THANK YOU
for your support, your kind thoughts, your likes and appreciation towards my work
for everything, really
you are the best
i hope you have a wonderful day, lovely people
Why does death bring so much pain? Why do people cry when someone dies? Most of them would say that it’s due to the fact that they won’t be able to see the person in question ever again… Well, that’s selfish if you ask me. So fucking selfish!
Your beloved one has just converted their soul into ever lasting energy that wanders through space and time and you’re crying? Your beloved one can now gaze at the whole Universe, touch the stars, high-five comets, visit new galaxies, become a tree or a waterfall or a drop in the ocean and you’re fucking crying?
Shame on you!
Shame on me… for I do the same.
plants love you as much as you love them
inject yourself with that love from time to time
you need it more than you think
i’m sorry i talk so much about plants… i just love them
i let the wind blow my amber leaves away as i create so many more in lovely shades of green
this was inspired by yesterday’s post