A strange smell emanated from the place. The lighting was different, not dim, and made people look like pale shadows of themselves. I felt uneasy, as I could not see the exact outline that shaped bodies. It appeared as if they wore a halo all around. Maybe, a filter from one of those silly apps … Continue reading Filtered images
I’ve known that to suffer is to grow.
Pain manifests itself in so many different ways.
The physical pain we can put our finger on, get treatment and hopefully recover.
Psychological pain is a whole different matter. Often we can’t explain it, it’s more how we feel. Like miserable but once explored, and this is not always an easy matter either, the subject of the pain can be addressed if not cured.
We all go through periods when we feel unwell, out of sorts, just not ourselves. We know so many of us find ways to express that pain, some cut themselves, some withdraw, some shut their minds to whatever it is through drugs and alcohol.
Not everyone gets the opportunity to become ‘enriched’ by it.
I think to become enriched requires us to be aware of what it is in the first place. Understanding and knowing ourselves and being…
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I think about you
every time a friend leaves me
painful memories
the pain dissipates in the
bevy of your emotions
In response toReena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 27
Shake the ache I feel
Lengthen the strength of my soul
Pain still stains spirit
Not fault to put salt on wound
Not too much to touch your heart
Now I have my strength
Things are springing brightly
Not blame anyone
Things happened for a reason
Acceptance is a great balm
fallin’
now I am free
free from you and your lies
free from your promises that broke
free from the pain and disappointment, too
it was heaven when we started
things have changed for the worse
now I am free
fallin’
Time is wonderful. It helps us ease our pain, some bad memories and our heartache. They are still there, but as the days pass by, the sensation dulls. It’s nature’s way of dealing with them and let us continue with our day to day activities, without mourning. When my father passed away, it was like the world has…
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It’s been a hectic day, and I managed to float through, without getting involved in the Women’s Day celebrations all around. I don’t want to feel and do something that I am supposed to do. And I don’t feel any excitement inside. The glaring truths do not change. Eulogistic greetings are bartered for future complicity … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 27
"The fact that I myself, at the moment of painting, do not understand my own pictures, does not mean that these pictures have no meaning; on the contrary, their meaning is so profound, complex, coherent, and involuntary that it escapes the most simple analysis of logical intuition." Salvador Dali imagination recreating inner worlds or … Continue reading Surreal
"Count the windows on the other side. I need to see the linkage between the numbers and the windows." 'This is how you bypass the doorway to the truth ...." The secret lies inside those boxes, and both of you are stuck with doors and windows, I smirked silently. Three Line Tales #Week 110
illusions of connectedness with designed frameworks imposed on each story woven into a larger pattern a vision of divine bliss at the other end of logic pulls the traveller through the patched up, stony paths muffled sounds of dissent through the arched doorways, calling out the pretence, drown in the depths of pseudo … Continue reading Mythical truths
it is sheer mechanics driving me close to a pre-planned destination games deprive me of choice. Success or luck? Photo Challenge #204 at MLMM
