loneliness

Where to go?

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I have no idea where to go… But I can feel I am getting closer.
I know I don’t need a car to take me there. Nor luggage.
My trip starts in my heart, travels through my eyes and can reach the most distant places in the Universe, as long as my hands can hold my brushes and my soul can carry my dreams.
It’s a lonely path, no doubt.
But there will be amazing creatures and moments along the way. Bonfires and the shadows will keep me warm and dance with me when the wind blows and the stars speak throughout the silence.
Life is an illusion. Time doesn’t exist.
But art does.
And thats all that matters.

Because all things end

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That’s how it is.
Good and bad – they all end.
Luckly… And unfortunately.

Sometimes time feels like an eternity… Other times it escapes as water between the fingers.
I wish I could play some more.
But I can’t.
Not enough money.
Not the right passport.
Not enough time.

I am always afraid when the good now seems to escape too fast into a not so funny now.
Tomorrow may never happen, but somehow it still haunts me.
I want to stay here.
I want my now to freeze and i want all problems to stay as far away as possible from me.
That’s why here and now feels so good to me… Because it’s all I have.

People are walking disappointments in its full potential.
Here and now I do not count on them.
Loneliness suits me well here and now.

I am going back to the past, where everything ended.
My body aches as it was begging to stay.
Here and now is pure uncertainty, but is better then before.
And I am afraid of going back to before.

I don’t want o play that game anymore.

If all things must end, let the things that ended be dead.
Let the now never stop being.
Because, in fact, it never does.

La vie en rose

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This painting has to do with being on your own, but not quite…. maybe. Maybe not.

Perhaps it was just about painting a pink bedroom.

Sound track is required: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKgcKYTStMc&feature=fvw  Enjoy it!

 

PS: Will I ever trust again?