ma vie sans toi
i have not updated this blog for a while now so i think it is time. there are now three blogs i write in and i don't really know why i write where but there are differences between them, depending on my mood or what i want to say. this post appears here partially because i wanted to blog this artist and that is the easiest path, from flickr to blogger. her work is just incredible and poetic, makes me want to say something from within.
of course her words ring true within me too. ma vie sans toi, my life without you. the hardest thing to do, but i do it, and i do it well. the image corresponds to my sentiment when i was first left alone, there really is no concrete tangible thing able to express the feeling, is there. it's a blur of emotions, a snow flurry-like pain. i wrote back then that i wished for winter to freeze over my heart. cause i couldn't foresee a future without . lady copyright just shows the winter of the heart. how else would you do it?
ma vie sans toi. you are many. but the pain of being left is new with each departure. and then you learn to live inside this winter. and then the sun comes through in patches. but still, it is without you, and the awareness stays with us all the days. no matter how much you have gotten over it.
has there ever not been a time without you? each year has the return of winter. then you come around again. so let me lie inside these murmurs, listen to their rythms.let me find out what my winter looks like from the inside.
of course her words ring true within me too. ma vie sans toi, my life without you. the hardest thing to do, but i do it, and i do it well. the image corresponds to my sentiment when i was first left alone, there really is no concrete tangible thing able to express the feeling, is there. it's a blur of emotions, a snow flurry-like pain. i wrote back then that i wished for winter to freeze over my heart. cause i couldn't foresee a future without . lady copyright just shows the winter of the heart. how else would you do it?
ma vie sans toi. you are many. but the pain of being left is new with each departure. and then you learn to live inside this winter. and then the sun comes through in patches. but still, it is without you, and the awareness stays with us all the days. no matter how much you have gotten over it.
has there ever not been a time without you? each year has the return of winter. then you come around again. so let me lie inside these murmurs, listen to their rythms.let me find out what my winter looks like from the inside.
posted by marinkel at 8:34 PM
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