Tiny Fractals
"It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn there’s nothing like that is there? I’ve been there and ou have too. You’re nodding your head."
Henry Rollins


And suddenly the sinking feeling of loneliness beings to set in. One does not have to be by himself to feel it, rather the worst type of loneliness comes when one is in a crowded room or with a lover.

Some have grown accustom to this feeling, perceiving and understanding that we all have been born and will later die alone.  For these people a sense of peace comes with that aloneness, they have mastered themselves and their emotions without the help of their environment or outside reinforcement.

Those that have not are instead doomed to attempt to fill the “hole” that they feel permeates their very existence. They seek out comfort in places where none can be found without first coming to terms with the truth of universal aloneness. None of their sanctuaries they have built will solve this, but rather sends them on a spiraling path to acquire something, anything to fix their core being. As if the problem lies within themselves rather than the paradox of the entire human race.

 It is until they have stopped attempting to fill their loneliness that it begins to fade and dissolve into tranquility. A moment will never come that is better than this moment, if we have chosen to accept it exactly how it is. Without the distorting lenses of negativity and pessimism, what does that mean to you?

I wrote this over a year ago and I’m still really proud of it


Miroir Noir, Politik Disasters Series: Romanovci, acrylic on round canvas, 220cm diam., 2012.
(via darkeranddown)

"Passage to India" - Original Psychedelia


Forget the suffering
You caused others.
Forget the suffering
Others caused you.
The waters run and run,
Springs sparkle and are done,
You walk the earth you are forgetting.

Sometimes you hear a distant refrain.
What does it mean, you ask, who is singing?
A childlike sun grows warm.
A grandson and a great-grandson are born.
You are led by the hand once again.

The names of the rivers remain with you.
How endless those rivers seem!
Your fields lie fallow,
The city towers are not as they were.
You stand at the threshold mute.

Czeslaw Milosz, “Forget” (via heteroglossia)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

"every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
like you."
to fathers with daughtersrupi kaur (via moon-street)

(via moon-street)