Yes, another part of my "Dunkle Nacht"-cycle. How well those words fit my situation now, I feel as sad and longing and with the idea of the biggest loss in my life in my heart already as I did back then, I knew, but I didn't want to.
I'm afraid it's still the same now, and no words that I write or pictures that I paint will ever change anything, it all seems so damn useless, senseless. Why loving if it means so much pain the moment you lose the ones you love? How shall I stand pain that is unbearable? How shall I survive in the darkness.
Will be translated in the next night I cannot sleep as I've done with the other parts of the cycle. This one refers a bit to the picture "broken", as it first mentions the quarry at which this cycle will end.
© Khisa
I'm afraid it's still the same now, and no words that I write or pictures that I paint will ever change anything, it all seems so damn useless, senseless. Why loving if it means so much pain the moment you lose the ones you love? How shall I stand pain that is unbearable? How shall I survive in the darkness.
Will be translated in the next night I cannot sleep as I've done with the other parts of the cycle. This one refers a bit to the picture "broken", as it first mentions the quarry at which this cycle will end.
© Khisa
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