Started to upload some of my artwork online: elleartist.wordpress.com/
When the day has lengthened in spite of your tired eyes, and the desire to sleep taunts you from the distance, the darkness of the night seems so inviting.
But when your eyes eventually yield to the gravitational pull, you long for the break of day.
Never done or known before.
Brave new world.
“Your eyes are amazing. You should never shut them, not even at night. You should learn to sleep with your eyes open”.”
— Unfaithful, 2002
Long time no type.
What was once, is no longer. What I thought I knew was a part of the greater discovery of it. I am wiser for perspective. Grateful for experience. Braver for the hurt. And sadder for the loses.
But above all, inspired.
Crying is not responsible for reliving pain. Alternatively it seeks to orchestrate emotion. The palpitations of your heart are positioned deep within the body of the ensemble, thudding monotonously. Burdened with reluctance, it keeps rhythm to the composition. The heart string quartet are tucked in front, each string wailing it’s bittersweet symphony. With a poignancy of each note, the strings cry a strained melody. The brain resides, tired and eroding in the top section, it’s sullen sounds throb a painful percussion accompaniment. The lull of the eyelids as they bat from close to open, in a swaying chorus line, reinforcing the heavy, drawn out bass. It’s a symphony of sounds and it tastes like salt.