Dog Days

Dog Days

Our memories like the songs of birds,

Your tenderness the shy sun.

Just like the seasons change, we've also turned

With summer you buried our fun.

The flowers no longer decorate our view,

And the birds no longer sing.

The beautiful leaves are falling.

Like the lonely branches, you’ve left me naked and thin.

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I have been working on some sketches and enjoying some colouring! Fun times! Anyway, this is just a picture describing what it is like to be in a dark place, most probably after some sort of loss. Hence, the contrast between the colorful beautiful images BEHIND and the darkness that surrounds us after loss...

Love at first sight

Love At First Sight

Sketch by Me

I used to wonder: How can someone want to be around a person, look at them, get instant happiness from their presence, when they haven’t even said a word to them?

It’s true. It happens, and its overwhelming happiness, the kind that is sweetly beyond our control. Tsunamis of butterflies that have always existed within suddenly appear, playful in your core, as if they have been waiting for someone’s light to fall upon their invisible wings.

Now I believe that the soul is capable of sensing something in another that our conscious may be slow to grasp. It is beyond the typical rationality of the mind. Love could be such a mystery.

It’s true. From the moment I saw you, you made me happy. I knew in my heart, that I would want to be next to you, for as long as I can. And when words were uttered, I only felt it more.

Trouble

Moments like these I turn to God. I plead for him to make you feel everything inside of me, to understand. So I can know that these tears are not wasted, that at least you’ll know why I say what I say and do what I do… because maybe if you truly understand I can take your behavior towards me as a final answer, maybe even a final painful goodbye. Because this, all of this, especially nights like these, they are not alright, they can’t be.

But then again, maybe you already understand. And that is why I feel this way.

Ah! Sunflower [2 more things to share on this joyous occasion of love]

George Frederick Watts, Watts Hope

1) William Shakespeare
[http://www.shakespeare-online.com/sonnets/116.html]

SONNET 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come: 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

   If this be error and upon me proved,

   I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

Vincent Van Gogh, Starry Night

2) William Blake

[http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-girl-lost/]

A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter's cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful pair, Filled with softest care, Met in garden bright Where the holy light Had just removed the curtains of the night. Then, in rising day, On the grass they play; Parents were afar, Strangers came not near, And the maiden soon forgot her fear. Tired with kisses sweet, They agree to meet When the silent sleep Waves o'er heaven's deep, And the weary tired wanderers weep. To her father white Came the maiden bright; But his loving look, Like the holy book All her tender limbs with terror shook. 'Ona, pale and weak, To thy father speak! Oh the trembling fear! Oh the dismal care That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!'

William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience
A Song of Experience: A Little Girl Lost

Love... the most wonderful feeling ever! It makes the world go round. 

Although at the moment I may not be the most optimistic person when it comes to love and relationships (hence the 'a sad side of love' below), being a hopeless romantic at heart (despite my cynical appearance and frequent butt hurt comments), means that regardless of the persistent crap I have to put up with, me along with almost everyone in the world, I still hope to one day find true love! Don't we all? Having a person, a best friend you can honestly trust in always being there, with you, to love and be loved, to start a family, a life... It sounds pretty wonderful doesn't it. Too bad it is not really that easy... and here comes the cynical side..hehe... I mean, we get our hearts broken, we fall for people who are not willing to fight for us... we have to leave loved ones behind and sometimes it feels as if the universes at large, or a member of the family lol, is conspiring against your love! Times like these love stinks. That is how powerful it is, always intense working in extremes... it either gives you the kind of joy that leaves you entirely satisfied with the world and everything in it, or its shakes the ground under your feet and eats away at your soul.. too dramatic? maybe it is just me...

anyway this is the kind of stuff everyone knows... we all feel love and we all suffer the loss of it!

But just to hop back onto the positive perspective before I leave.. I would like to say that I still believe in love, and that in itself is proof that there are SO many people out there who have that belief as well! 

The Kiss, Gustav Klimt

I hope this year brings lots of love and passion and sexiness and cuddles and hope and trust and and and and to everyone!

Salvador Dali, Woman With A Head of Roses

AND.. may god give me strength to get over the emo-ness of shitty memories :] But for now, this could be enjoyed: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmyuRLFDobw  

(Bruises by Chairlift)