Beautiful.

Sadness is beautiful.

It’s also sad, of course, but what a precious gift!

Feeling lost, feeling lonely.

Feeling a heavy ball of tears in your throat.

All these shades of pain.

Looking out of the window, seeing nothing but your own inside.

Shoulders down, eyes closed.

Head in an emotional vice.

Caught in timeless time, stumbling in slow-motion towards nothing.

Like being in an endless, badly lit hallway.

And then: the tears.

Tears!

Who made that up?!

Drops of sorrow, gently caressing your cheeks, just showing up exactly when they need to.

Trembling mouth.

Shaking heart.

We are so beautiful.

 

 

(Photo by @kj2018, for Unsplash)


Coming home.

Coming home.

03/01/2020
One step.

One step.

20/06/2020