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We were doing some brush cleaning today in areas of the campsite the needed it desperately. Unfortunately, as is often the case, ripping out underbrush and trimming back intrusive trees, sometimes reveals things that we wish it didn't. This nest was todays discovery and despite our best efforts to place it almost exactly as it was found resulted in its being abandoned. Its funny how easy it is to assume human emotions in cases such as this and believe that animals and birds must be as heartbroken as we would be. The robin did make a racket and made it known that she was not impressed with us and perhaps she even would have gotten back on the nest had it not come loose from its perch but once it did, that was it. She abandoned her efforts at luring us away. The whole thing made me quite sad though. :(
Our Daily Challenge: May 2: Sadness.
He was an exceptional friend.
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Dylan the sea god, who lives under the waters, envies an old man his three daughters. Dylan calls up a great storm, and sends a huge wave to steal the girls. Their father is heartbroken. Regretting his evil deed, Dylan turns the girls into seagulls, belonging both to the sea and the land. Since that day, when the old man walks on the beach and calls their names, three white gulls fly to him from the sea.
The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
It was late November.
My christmas cactus bloomed in bright red.
And that was when he gave up on us.
The world has become so big and scary without him.
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I was just so depressed last night. I seriously just wanted to die. I felt all alone and I had no one to talk to. My best friend is no longer my friend and pretty much wants nothing to do with me... and I just feel awful about a whole lot of things. I got myself drunk on overproof vodka and peach schnapps to make it a tad more palatable.... and a handful of Klonopin.... Pretty much the only reason I'm here right now is because I sat up through the night trying to make a suicide video (in lieu of a note) to my ex best friend.... because he was the only one that I really wanted to talk to.
Anyway, these photos were taken before I started working on the video... it got worse as the night went on... and then it got to the point where exhaustion just took over and I couldn't do anything but sleep. Last night was pretty bad.... =(
I obviously adjusted the tones and stuff on this shot.
I was heartbroken to find this rare for me bird ... an Eastern Kingbird way out in the middle of a field of Florida White Clover during Spring migration. I was so excited to have found it by myself after only a couple of eBird posts about it. But ... I could not for the life of me get a focus from my camera. In hindsight, I don't know if there was something on my lens that I was unaware? Anyway, I knew it was happening and panic set in as this was only a brief encounter with a tired old broad. So ... I'm humbled to share this not very good shot, but painted gloriously of this great bird for me!
PS. I just changed this from Gray Kingbird to Eastern Kingbird after more research. I think this might be a life bird for me! WooHoo, thank you Jesus!
PPS: SECOND TIME AROUND: June 2023 I'm not Wes Iverson ( www.flickr.com/photos/62425933@N04/52975731819/in/feed-62... ) who posted this wonderful shot today, but this was a life bird for me THIS day, sick old broad, all alone and doing the best I can! WooHoo, thank You again, Jesus. Eastern Kingbird the first day I ever saw one! So I can remember ...
Even clowns can feel sorrow
Happy halloween 2020!
Taken at Sunny's
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we R heartbroken.
Early Friday morning (11/11/2022) some dogs ran in our yard & killed Riley.
He was so happy .... pix from last year helping me by riding in the wheelbarrow.
01.22.2021
I wanted to thank Stephen for choosing my Day 365 shot as his number one pick for the first ever video podcast of the 365 Days project. I can't even describe to you what it means to me.
After a hacker deleted 165 of my 365 shots I felt so heartbroken and that it was all for nothing. I put my entire heart and soul into my 365 project and I especially did so for my Day 365.
The night my account was hacked, I cried myself to sleep and was certain I was never going to be on Flickr ever again. I was THAT heartsick. I still am actually.
BUT as I said here and here, I will not let cruelty win.
NEVER.
So for me not only am I so very honored that he chose my shot as his number one featured shot.
But to me it reconfirms to me that even though SO MANY of my shots were deleted because of cruelty.....
Maybe it really wasn't all for nothing after all.
Thank you Stephen.
I really can't thank you enough.
You have softened the blow of losing so many beloved photos.
NOTHING and NO ONE can EVER take away what 365 Days gave to me.
EVER.
Mav and Stephen you have changed SO MANY lives by starting the 365 Days project.
Thank you so very much for that.
It really IS an AMAZING and LIFE CHANGING experience.
(Click here if you would like to watch the first podcast of 365 Days)
Yesterday marked the start of a brand new year long project for me. I have been and will be taking my shots for the new project but I won't be able to upload any of them until Friday at the earliest. My beloved grandma's visitation is today, with her funeral tomorrow.
It is the perfect project for me because it encompasses all three projects that I had planned to start with the new year. It will include 52 weeks of self portraits, 100 Strangers, and Project 365.
Thank you SO MUCH to all of you out there who have emailed, flickrmailed, or commented to me. Your love and support always blows me away. I love you all.
(from the set of Little Women)
"There is no power like that of prevailing prayer,
of Abraham pleading for Sodom,
Jacob wrestling in the stillness of the night,
Moses standing in the breach,
Hannah intoxicated with sorrow,
David heartbroken with remorse and grief,
Jesus in sweat of blood.
Add to this list from the records of the church
your personal observation and experience,
and always there is the cost of passion unto blood.
Such prayer prevails.
It turns ordinary mortals into men of power.
It brings power. It brings fire. It brings rain.
It brings life. It brings God."
- Samuel Chadwick
I am saddened by the number of injuries these beautiful animals get. As you know I have been watching a group for many months now. I have already found one dead and this beauty has now sustained a bad injury to one of it's back legs.
It sure is a hard life in the U.K being a wild Fox.
Taken this week.
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In memoriam: Kareltje 2010-2022 (English)
The Karl is no more. Kareltje, Karel de Grote, Carolus Magnificus, or for real intimi, Pensje, used up his ninth life on Monday Morning at 3:15 AM. He died of a heart attack and he did not suffer.
People would often tell us Karel was the most characteristic cat they’d ever met. And boy did he have character.
Pushing his paw out of the mailbox in the front door when the mailmen had the audacity to shove envelopes into the territory.
When we would stand with his back to him, cooking or brushing our teeth, he would appreciate that with nails in our ankles.
He knew we’d let him onto the roof terrace immediately when he hung in the curtains covering the door. The curtains in the bedroom are incapable of catching 7,5 kilogrammes of cat failing to make a U-turn manoueuvre in a very small window sill, we also learnt that.
Keyboards? Book reports? Notebooks? The Karl would stretch and lay down on all of them at once if necessary. He measured 76 centimeters from his little nose till the tip of his tail (I measured it with my iPhone).
Karel always wanted your undivided attention. And he got it. Definitely the past four years with me recovering from a car accident, a pandemic, lockdowns and working from home, there was always a lap to chill on. He enjoyed that so very much. He became sweeter, more and more affectionate and his purr got louder and louder. He was living the dream, really. Every night he’d sleep
With his head on our ankles. In the morning he’s walk to the head board, make rounds under the duvet and come out again to curl up on his blanket beside my pillow. He’d curl up in my elbow there, paws on my arm and his nose warming up in my hand.
The jump from the bed to the chest of drawers under the open window was perfectioned during the years. Every morning he’d sit there drooling over the blackbirds singing their songs, or the pigeons landing on the roof.
During the day there were cyclical patrols around the house: roof terrace, balcony on the front side, balcony on the back side (repeat as seen fit); naps in several cardboard boxes, the newspaper basket and of course in bed with his head on my husband’s pillow.
He watched hubby’s accomplishments in World of Tanks with great interest. They are Serrano ham and crackers together, but The Karl had no objection to finishing off our house plants either. His favorite human food was white asparagus. He’d sit on the floor next to the dining room table and looked at me until he’d get hand fed little pieces. With white asparagus on hand, he’d ignore the trout that was also in our salad.
And then there were his holidays, with his regular cat sitter, in her garden. He had several girlfriend cats that he’d give nose kisses and he spent most of the day enjoying the safe outdoors.
Kareltje left a great impression on us (and our furniture). We are heartbroken he is no longer with us. We would have loved to enjoy life with him for another five years or more. We are grateful he did not suffer or had a decline with lots of vet visits - he was so scared of the vet and hated going into his carrier.
But the silence in our house hurts, without our fur baby who was always with us everywhere we went. All doors are still left slightly ajar, but it’s not necessary anymore. It’s nice to have clean floors without kitty litter scattered everywhere but we’d give the world to go back to vacuuming several times a day.
We did our best to take care of him the best we could within our possibilities. The love and care we had for him - we had tons left of that. But as suddenly as he entered our one life, so suddenly his ninth ended.
Some days are just so very very hard it is almost unbearable. Today was one of those. This morning I had to say goodbye too Freddie, my sidekick of the last 17 years. I know one day the tears will be replaced by smiles as I remember our good times and what a little rascal he was, but not today. Today my heart breaks and feels as if it will never heal.
RIP little guy. I will love you forever Freddie Bear.
The legend behind the origin of this step-well is as interesting as its architecture and is shrouded in beauty, romance and tragedy. In AD 1499, the area around Adlaj was known as Dandai Desh and was ruled by Rana Veer Singh of the Vaghela dynasty. Around this time, Mohammed Begda, a Muslim ruler of a neighboring state attacked Dandai Desh and killed Rana Veer Singh. The beauty of the slain king's widow, Rani Roopba, enamored Mohammed Begda who sent her a proposal of marriage. The heartbroken but determined queen agreed to the proposal on the condition that he complete a five-storied step-well (vav) for her. The Muslim ruler, enticed by the charm of the queen, readily agreed.
The construction of this well had begun years ago under Rana Veer Singh but had to be stopped later. Begda resumed this project with great enthusiasm and got the well completed in record time. When this five-storied edifice was completed but for the dome, Begda renewed his proposal. The next day, Roopba took a round of the well and saying a final prayer, flung herself into the water and drowned.
Mohammed Begda immediately stopped further construction but did not get the monument demolished probably because Roopba had employed Muslim masons who had decorated it with Islamic motifs. The incidents, which led to the erection of this unique well, are detailed on the walls and pillars of the vav in Sanskrit and Pali (an ancient language).
check out the history of the well on
Day 133 of 365.
I know it's never simple; never easy. Never a clean break. No one here to save. You're the only only thing like the back of my hand. -Taylor Swift
I would be lying saying that I am not a little bit heartbroken about the silence that lingers between us now. It breaks my heart everyday.
Today was quite nice. I watched a scene in Pearl Harbor and I couldn't even fathom what they went through. I really want to see the whole movie. It's just quite powerful. I had a performance today. I helped sell stuff with some kids from the special ed department. They are all so happy and nice. Now, I am finishing up some client work. Oh by the way, Check out Taylor Swifts new music video for "I knew you were trouble". It's amazing.
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I am still in disbelief that I lost two of my fur babies in two weeks....
Both had cancer...
Cinnamon the tortie was 13 1/2 yrs old. Born on the 4th of July.
Mama was approx 10. Found her as a feral in July 2009 with her two kittens and best guess she was just under 2 yrs old.
May they play and snuggle together forever at the Rainbow Bridge.
My heart is heavy to say the least....
It rained today. That in itself wasn't so bad as we really do need some rain but what we need is a soft steady rain lasting for about a week not the heavy deluge that did arrive. After dinner Kevin and I went to check out the garden. It wasn't a pretty sight. So many flowers ruined and beaten down. Plus the hanging baskets really took a beating. I felt heartbroken just looking at it but Kevin being Kevin figures he can nurse them back to their glory days and right away started the clean up and giving them some plant food and power bloom. I figure if anyone can bring them back he is the one to do it.
51/365 Tatum discovered that the grave marker for her beloved betta fish Rainbow was broken in two. I told her that it probably happened when the city trucks used our driveway to clear out the canal last week. To that she replied, "They broke both of my hearts." =,o(
"After the Fall"
At Madame Sherri's Castle Ruins
Chesterfield, New Hampshire
October 8, 2021
This was taken months after the partial collapse of what remains of the stairs but sadly well before the Fall colors of 2021 came in.
History:
The Madame Sherri Forest is named after a former owner, Madame Antoinette Sherri, a Paris-born theatrical costume designer who worked in New York City during the early 1900s. She and her husband built a French-inspired chateau summer house in Chesterfield that featured extensive stonework including a roman arch stairway, ornate interior, and designed landscape gardens. There they lavishly entertained their New York City friends at parties during the Roaring 1920s. Madame Sherri became famous – or infamous – for her wild parties. Her chauffeur-driven Packard, her fur coat, and her fast crowd of friends made the townsfolk talk whenever she appeared. However, in time Madame Sherri’s fortunes declined, and her castle fell to ruin and vandalism. After a long separation, she returned to the house in 1959 to find the interior badly vandalized. She left, heartbroken, never to return again. The house burned down completely in 1963. Today, ancient sugar maples surround a stone foundation and stairway, a large empty fireplace tapers to a freestanding chimney. This is all that remains of the former summer home of Madame Sherri who died in Brattleboro on October 21, 1965.
You say you need me,
that I'm the light in the end of the tunnel,
the prettiest rose,
that I'm the one who you'll always come back to...
Yet you try to change me,
to someone who I am not,
to someone I can never be...
me - change
Cleadon old Windmill.
The ruined windmill on the hills was constructed in the 1820s. The mill is built on the highest part of Cleadon Hills on a slight artificial mound. The building incorporates a stone reefing stage, a feature that was peculiar to windmills in the area.
The mill was severely damaged in a storm at some time during the 1870s, and then suffered the indignity of being a target for gunnery practice during the First World War. A photograph dating from the 1920s shows the rotating cap and the windshaft more or less intact but without the sails, which were presumably destroyed during the storm that put the mill out of business. Nowadays the entrances to the mill are barred and locked, the remains of internal machinery that were visible in the mill during the 1970s are now gone, although broken fragments of a millstone remain.
A local legend relates the story of Elizabeth Gibbon, a heartbroken woman who threw herself from the top of the mill tower and whose ghost apparently haunts the ruin of the mill to this day. The windmill was operated by the Gibbon family at the time the storm took place, which lends some weight to the tale of Elizabeth's suicide.
My entry into My Face Is My Canvas Week 11 Emulation week.
I'm kind of freaked out by this actually, if there's anything creeper than a regular clown, it's a sad clown. But in the spirit of the emulation challenge, I decided to push my own comfort level and try it out. Turned out a bit darker than I usually liek to shoot but I kind of like it.
Today I had the biggest guilt trip ever. Back in June I was laidoff from my position at a middle school that I had been at for 2 years. I loved the school and the staff and the students and was a little heartbroken that I had been let go (budget cuts). I ended up with my current position at the high school and I've grown to love it just as much. Last week, my old position was reinstated and I had the opportunity to apply for it....but I didn't. Due to union rules, I wouldn't have been able to start it until next school year which would have meant starting all over again and I just didn't really feel like bouncing back and forth. I received a call from my aunt who I worked with at the middle school asking if I had applied and when I told her no, she didn't really think I had made the best choice and said that everyone would be really disappointed. Argh, just when I think I make the best choice for me I start doubting it.....
94/365
MFIMC: Emulation Week 11
Musically Challenged: Blueside by Rooney
FGR: Look Up Thursday
Thank you Glynn Wormley. This is the last photo taken of our lovely horse Whitaker. Unfortunately today he crossed the rainbow bridge after a long debilitating illness. We are all heartbroken but he had the most loving home and lovely life. RIP beautiful boy xx
Yesterday while removing my pictures from auto upload I didn't realize that six years of work on my photo stream would also be deleted. As you could imagine I was heartbroken. Instead of dwelling on my loss I'm determined to start again with new works.
I am absolutely heartbroken in shock and distraught that this beautiful woman has left us. A true aussie character through and through and always there for everyone. I am grateful to have met and be able to say that I was her friend. You now walk with the angels and Im sure are partying hard. Love you.
August 19, 2016
Merrymaking:
[mer-ee-mey-king]
noun
1. the act of taking part gaily or enthusiastically in some festive or merry celebration.
2. a merry festivity; revel.
adjective
3. producing mirth; happy; festive.
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Yesterday Sylvia and her two girls arrived for a fun-filled weekend that started off with an evening at the fair that just arrived in town.
It was the girls' first experience with the fair at night and they loved it. I think we rode each ride at least once and walked around for about 5 hours.
The only real disappointment of the whole evening was that we were a little too late for the pony rides and one of the little ladies was a bit heartbroken over that.
There's a collage in the first comment of the ladies having fun.
Anyway, hope everyone had a great Friday.
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My two boys We lost our beloved Max in August 2022 after a long, sad battle with encephalitis. We were absolutely heartbroken but adopting Alfie in September 2022 was a great comfort. Alf is a sweet, cuddly, affectionate boy who is loved by everyone who knows him. He is about 9 years old, FIV+ and has arthritis. He was rescued from a garden, covered in ticks in 2022 and waited nearly 6 months to be adopted. He is wonderful ❤️ We adopted Sammy a little over 2 months ago and he has fitted wonderfully into the family. Sam is about 6, he was also a stray and is FIV+. He's a sweet boy who is gaining in confidence all the time and loves to cuddle on his own terms! The boys squabble a bit but they clearly like each other's company ❤️
Isn't she a beauty? From the 2022 Pumpkin Run Nationals, I did get a few more shots of her, but not many, because I was basically dragged into the driver's seat.
I was.
Oh, yes, I was HEARTBROKEN.
Scroll on for the pics, yes, VERY RARE pictures of Yours Truly BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A PACKARD! AHHHHHHHHH
We have a single Bleeding Heart plant in our backyard and for a few brief days every year, the hearts pour out. And then, they are gone and I become heart-broken. Less than an inch (~2cm) in length, they are small fragile little wonders.
Today I met Ruby, the seven-year-old Australian Shepherd, and her mom, Rhonda. Ruby has the softest fur and just wanted me to love her, not photograph her.
Rhonda shared the story of how Ruby came into her life. She had a different dog, who had passed away and she was still heartbroken when she saw Ruby as a puppy. Ruby's eyes weren't even open yet but Rhonda knew that this was the dog for her. She discovered that Ruby was born on the exact date and time that her other dog had died. It was as if her dear departed dog had picked out Ruby for her. I am so glad they found each other because they belong together.
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Surrounded in scaffolding and with restoration from the fire in May 2014 almost complete, the Mackintosh building was devastated by a second, and more fierce, fire on Friday night.
The Charles Rennie Mackintosh masterpiece was completed in 1909 and is a much loved and respected part of Glasgow and it's culture. I felt heartbroken following the news of the fire as it unfolded. I may not be from Glasgow originally but I have taken the city and its people into my heart since living here. Losing such a globally important piece of working art is devastating and it looks increasingly like it may end up having to be demolished.
I hobbled my way up to this side of the city to spend a moment of reflection. I had my camera with me from shooting street and paid my respect with a few shots from different aspects, as close as I could get to the outer police cordon. I grieve with Glasgow on this loss.
I'll post more images to my Facebook page today, you are welcome to like and follow me there: www.facebook.com/leanneboultonphotography/
adult Alligator - St. Augustine, FL U.S.A.
Northern Florida - Autumn 2021 - 11/1/21
*[left-double-click for a closer-look - extreme-texture - serpent's-tail]
*[A little story... Back in 2006, Laura and I were excited with our 'aproaching' first-trip to Australia, and tragically 4 months before, Steve Irwin, aka 'The Alligator Man', was tragically killed by a Manta Devil Ray's barbed tail (through his heart)... We were heartbroken for his wife and 2 children, Bindy and Robert! - Fast-forward 16 years to last night and we see a show on TV, "Crikey, It's The Irwins!" Robert was moving ten large alligators 600 miles to another location, for conservation purposes. - It was great to see them all! They all are doing well! Bindy & Robert are as adorable as when they were kids!]
The American alligator is a large crocodilian reptile endemic to the southeastern United States. Adult male American alligators measure 11 to 15 ft in length and can weigh up to 999 lbs. Females are smaller measuring around 9.8 ft. The American alligator inhabits freshwater wetlands such as marshes and cypress swamps from Texas to North Carolina. It is distinguished from the sympatric American crocodile by its broader snout, with overlapping jaws and darker coloration, and is less tolerant of saltwater but more tolerant of cooler climates than the American crocodile, which is found only in tropical climates.
Alligators are apex predators and consume fish, amphibians, reptiles, birds, and mammals. Subsequent conservation efforts have allowed their numbers to increase and the species was removed from the endangered species list in 1987. The species is the official state reptile of three states: Florida, Louisiana, and Mississippi U.S.A.
Largest Alligator Ever: "Gomek" - (1927-1997) - 17' 9" - 1896 lbs
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A different version of that mythological tale.
One day Narcissus was walking in the woods when Echo, an Oread (mountain nymph) saw him, fell deeply in love, and followed him.
Narcissus sensed he was being followed and shouted "Who's there?".
Echo repeated "Who's there?"
She eventually revealed her identity and attempted to embrace him.
He stepped away and told her to leave him alone.
She was heartbroken and spent the rest of her life in lonely glens until nothing but an echo sound remained of her.
Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, noticed this behaviour after learning the story and decided to punish Narcissus.
Once, during the summer, he was getting thirsty after hunting, and the goddess lured him to a pool where he leaned upon the water and saw himself in the bloom of youth.
Narcissus did not realise it was merely his own reflection and fell deeply in love with it, as if it was somebody else.
Unable to leave the allure of his image, he eventually realised that his love could not be reciprocated and he melted away from the fire of passion burning inside him, eventually turning into a gold, yellow and white flower.
Thank you, M, (*_*)
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We used to have four goldfish - one for each member of the family. Mine was called Spotty, my daughter’s was Cupcake, my son’s was Bugeye and daddy’s was called Goldie. We had them for two years and they were a nice addition to the family especially at the height of the pandemic and lockdown last year - though a bit of a pain to take care of, if you know anything about goldfish you’ll understand. We woke up one day and found Spotty had died. Heartbroken, we decided to re-home them because we didn’t feel we could continue looking after them adequately. This photo is a lovely memory of their time with us.
Photo from “This is Home”, an ongoing project documenting the daily life of my British-Nigerian family in and around our home in Kent.
Flickr's "XLady-BikerX" fell down & is slightly broken for now, (shes O.K., moastly heartbroken over not being able to ride her Harley :-(....BuMmEr !!)
But I have her Sporty for the weekend & Miss Chelsea Da'Poof was cozy hanging from the highway peg .....Oh Yea ! she fits in my brain-bucket , and seemed O.K. with it ,to the point of almoast takeing a nap.
{Hope you like the photo Gayle.}
I have lost two of the most important people in my life at the same time. Not because of death but because they don't want to be with me anymore and I feel that hurts even more.
I have never felt so much pain in my life before.
~
"Being an artist means forever healing your own wounds and at the same time endlessly exposing them"
-Annette Messager
I'm back to self portraits because I can't find any other way to heal my heart
~
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gydcChFnzQ
INNER DEMONS - JULIA BRENNAN
I try to always choose a different song each time, but although I've used this one before, it just fit somehow better than any other to describe my feelings in this moment …
Seems a long, long way back to you
I don't know if I can spare the time
am I better off leaving you
where you are knowing you'll be fine
you left me remember that
and I just didn't have the fight
left in me to call you back
seems it happened as often as the night
eyes like blueberries
lips like red cherries
words that could sting my ears and my eyes
warm as the Summer
cold as the Winter
emotions that could ring in my ears; make me cry
I am strung out; my soul seems to twist and to turn
your words and your actions make my heart burn
how can you say that you love me so much
when you hurt me; deprive me of your tender touch
alone in your torment; you want me to fall
you fill up my senses; you make me your all
I am ruined for anyone else
I am steering a course to a world I once felt
dreams come to me; they flood my mind
I thought that you were one of a kind
exhausted I lay and I pray for release
of this prison you made me; the sheets that you creased
mock me and mimic my cries; I fall back
drained of the energy; courage I lack
thoughts of you make me so weak
scent of you tainted now; havoc you wreak
why can't you leave me alone
you left me begging to bring you back home
can't live without you; can't seem to die
these feelings that clout me and cloud up my eyes
I crave you; the brave you; the one who got out
my soul and my heart skipped a beat so devout
in praise of your being; in love with your bones
so deep is this feeling that won't leave me alone
Dante's Inferno burns my fevered brow
a travesty; tragedy; I feel the heat now
licking and curling these pitiful pages
yellowing; make brittle the words that take ages
to write and then later they don't mean a thing
if you can still leave me on a tightrope of string
so narrow and pointless; my world seems to shrink
a life time without you; a life time to think
if only I could be at rest
I'm striving to do it; to be whole; the best
but still in my heart I feel you
and still in my soul I am torn right in two
writhing; surviving; damaged by love
you ripped something from me
can't find it here or above
pushing and shoving I try to control
the endless beginnings; the endings; the toll
it takes me further away from you
I can hardly make the night through
even my dreams; perpetual in motion
find no remedy; no magic potion
still I awake in the cold light of morning
realise you're not here; once again I start mourning
yet what is the use of grieving
it won't bring you back to the land of the living
I place fresh flowers by the smooth marble stone
that marks where you lay; the wind sets the tone
cold and relentless it whips at my face
how I wish you were standing here in my place
I gave everything up for you
yet still you left me broken in two
my tears water the flowers
I kneel; pray for the hours
to pass gently and swiftly until I reach the day
when I can rejoin you
until then I remember true
the plans that we made
if only you'd stayed
I promise I will carry on
just as you wanted; I'll sing our life song
do all the things that we wanted to do
try not to cry when all I wanted was you
goodbye my sweetheart; goodbye ...
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