Sometimes we dream together dragging the sky closer and then I become you gazing at the stars, hiding away from myself spinning, half-seas over falling you're drawn down and I weep too many words to whisper The night, is a poem, a cup of void, spilled by its muse Sipping from your oblivion her last breath, like a smoke, smothering reveries death stings like dawn From stillness we're descending inside ourselves.
I was gonna write only a couple of verses but I don't know how they ended up becoming a poem T_T I've recently read in a book that the essence of life is void. I tend to believe that it's true, I always thought that in order to become everything you must reduce yourself to nothing. It sounds like a paradox, since words only seem to complicate the process of understanding... Reference from:
The colours and the atmosphere are so beautiful and melancholy, dreamy and mysterious. It reminds me of the Cups in the Tarot, as they symbolize emotions, and you can also draw them reversed (upside-down), so the interpretation changes... I think I sort of understand the idea that you need to reduce yourself to nothing to become everything...
Thank you. I've actually been thinking about painting another tarot card The High Priestess (I've already illustrated The World), it's definitely on my (long) list. I suppose I cannot escape this atmosphere, I'm trapped in it
Wow! Thats beautiful! Thank you very much for using my stock picture! But i just moved to my main DA accompt if you could change the credit to it would be very kind. Thanks!