Provocation overload on the #darkside ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ >
>> I caught my mouth upon
The stud, on your lower lip.
I tossed you the paperclip to unlock the door
Unlock the door but you
Stepped right Inside of me.
We're only a short time here so just be
Yourself know Kirrilee.<<
Song by @empathytest @isaachowlett 🦇🖤
The night before last, I had a dream that Jesse and I were walking through a clear glass walkway that reached out perpendicular to a shoreline (the horizon of which was oddly adorned with snowy mountains that rose above a city). In the sea beside the walkway was an art installation, which we could see through the clear glass walls. The installation consisted of many colorful sails (depicted) made of stained glass (or simulacrum) which waved back and forth as the tide moved. I remember feeling melancholy and looking out at the art and thinking that even though the nature of art was meaningless, and that it merely existed for the sake of beauty and feeling, there had to be some meaning behind it, because I knew the artist (I had been privy to much of the process of creating the fins-- the calculations had be mathematically correct or the waves would break them apart-- the ocean floor beneath was littered with previous attempts). As l looked out at the art, I tried to cogitate what the meaning was-- the sails reminded me of shark fins and butterfly wings, but beyond that I couldn't discover. I gazed for so long, the sun set, and the colored glass caught the light and held it like honey. As night fell, suddenly the sails began to spin, and water started to fill the walkway, and I realized that I had stayed too long, and had to return to shore (I was a few miles from land). I discovered three straight pins in my pocket and meant to give two of them to Jesse, but he was back on the beach by then. The ocean was moving into the glass walkway, and soon I was swimming back toward the land as fast as I could go, black water rushing in, until only a foot of air above my head was left. This filled with water and I pressed my lips to the glass ceiling once before the ocean stole me away. I think this was a past life-- particularly because I don't hold those beliefs about art at all. This lifetime felt perhaps like Atlantis to me, or someplace else in the cosmos like it. #glass#art#stainedglass#pastlife#sails#colors#drawing#markers#dream#dreamdiary#dreampost#dreaming#ocean#sea#fins#dreams#strange#beauty#feeling#ideas#beliefs
2:20 de la madrugada ya en casa, luego de un sábado distinto lleno de sensaciones extrañas, todo el día ayudándole en la botilleria a mi padre ... .
WHAT A FEELING IN MY SOUL
LOVE BURNS BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE
IT´S BRIGHTER THAN SUNSHINE🎶 ...
The day lacks light. The color has faded into everything surrounding it. You had the gift of making each of my hours transform into wonderful moments💧☔....