I enjoy listening to sad yet beautiful music. Especially those of longing and regret. There is something about the rain that intensifies those emotions well. Though sometimes I can get so lost in the moment those feelings become mine for an instant. It’s then that truth blurs and I live in regret for something I have not done.
While I try to act cool and smooth I am the fool who entertains an empty audience. I dance and sing like a pop star when no one is around. I improv and give myself motivational speeches out loud. I dream lucidly of lands and events beyond imagining with the people I hold close. I say awkward things at the most opportune times. I would never consider myself normal and I take pride in that.
This rain does nothing but bring me sorrow. Without thunder there’s no excitement… Without lighting there’s no thrill.
Just the droning sound of water drops falling on an empty street.
It’s been a rainy, dreary, and lonely day. I guess you can consider it to be one of those “do-nothing” days where you sit around waiting for the day to end. So I drew this to keep myself busy since my girlfriend is out working today. It’s a pencil sketch of her based off one of my favorite photos. Here’s hoping she likes it.
A beauty that shines in my eyes
A smile that warms my heart
A touch that melts my skin
You’ve brought light to the darkness
You’ve cauterized my wounds
You’ve cleansed my spirit in your flame
You’re the fire I’ve come to rely on
You’re the one who brought love back into my life
You’re the person I treasure most.
So I’ve been in a Beatles kick as of late thanks to my girlfriend and now I know I’ve been missing out. I’m really surprised I haven’t listened to them before as I generally enjoy classic bands from that era of music. It’s weird but since I’ve started to listen to them I feel like my life has been enriched.
They have some pretty good songs that I find myself contemplating in and singing all of the time. It’s hard to pick a favorite song so far but I listen to this one the most because of it’s hopeful and positive message.
Kirsty Mitchell’s late mother Maureen was an English teacher who spent her life inspiring generations of children with imaginative stories and plays. Following Maureen’s death from a brain tumour in 2008, Kirsty channelled her grief into her passion for photography.
She retreated behind the lens of her camera and created Wonderland, an ethereal fantasy world. The photographic series began as a small summer project but grew into an inspirational creative journey.
‘Real life became a difficult place to deal with, and I found myself retreating further into an alternative existence through the portal of my camera,’ said the artist. (read the rest here).
Pictures like these really make me want to get back into photography.