So many of us are damaged, so many of us are hurting - yet we're trying to hide that vulnerable self behind a masque, not letting our weaknesses show, for a festering wound might only worsen if exposed?
Only today, did I talk to a lot of people, from a long lost friend sitting thousands of miles away, to a slowly developing friendship here over social media, and to colleague who has stood by me the last three years, various things that I just randomly happened to chance upon, and I found a peaceful smile cloud over issues I didn't even fully accept. There was a weird sense of comfort in talking my heart out, a thought I am becoming partial towards, slowly but increasingly.
Run Boy Run - Woodkid
In one of those fleeting moments, you'll find yourself - somewhere, someday, sometime - a you that'll belong to you alone. And that one moment, will truly be your own, the happiest or most sour, either way, the most content one.
Creep - Damien Rice
Not everyday has to have a profound moment or a whole lot of things to do, some days it's enough to sit back with a good read and smile at the soft drizzle. Today was one such day. Slightly under the weather, I was coming back home when I decided to sit for sometime in this place, my undergrad spot with a glass of tea in my hands.
While the last few months have had me battling with myself and some serious bouts of anxiety, I realized that there's a lot that I didn't fully absorb in those moments. A lot of sunshine around me went past while I was busy brooding. Not saying or implying that tomorrow will see a new and improved version of me which smiles at everything or something, but the moment just led me to thinking and looking back at some of the beautiful things that surround me. I failed to maybe completely appreciate them. Taking a moment to thank them - that I am grateful for having (had) you, what you mean to me, and what I am with you. It's been a beautiful fight. Still is. 🌸
Blower's Daughter - Damien Rice
I tried to draw you last night, only to find I don't remember the shape of the bridge of your nose, or the exact curve of your chin.
There's a stranger on my canvas, with your eyes and I dread the day I lose the memory of them too.
"He sensed she was drifting on a tide that neither he nor she could do much about. He couldn't tell whether her restlessness, her compulsive and increasingly unsafe wandering through the city, marked the onset of an unsoundness of mind or an acute, perilous kind of sanity. Or were they both the same thing?
I'm Into You - Chet Faker
i wish our cat never died,
then maybe we would still be together.
this ocean of love we called home,
where everything came in waves-
kindness, compatibility, patience,
admiration, anger, and anxiety would
still keep two hurt hearts afloat.
like this day could have been
two coffee stains on your sleeve;
could have been hunting for breath
after I tickle your bony feet; could have been
a drifting argument about unwashed
laundry, a walk in the cemetery, could have been
photo-booth memories, two rides
on the dreamy Ferris wheel, a summer-night
dream. This dream,
could have made us want to sleep.
this dream could have been a chance
to be second-hand happy, i would have
kissed your lower-lip, love,
would have kissed your vagabond eyelashes,
would have cried if you told me you loved me,
would have felt these paper-veins bleeding
love through our skins, would have
made a date out of grocery-shopping
even if none of us knows how to cook
the other a meal.
our caramel-popcorn tongues
would still know how to say
each other’s names, would
still not shape words never
meant to be said, would still
taste wounds when we kiss
I wish our cat never died,
then maybe we would still be together.
we would have not fallen out of
we could have just, been. / of a love that could have been/
- priyakshi (@miss__consuela )
The write up is inspired by @rorablue 's #unsentproject and the artwork is inspired by @bertilnilsson 's photograph