#emotionsonpaper

[cathymevik]

An abstract painted sketch with lots of mark making

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spilled thoughts. 

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We all have a STORY to tell, whether we whisper or yell...!

[ohgeeash]

10 Days

I’ve experienced so much the last 5 years and every moment, every regret, every love story, I would never take anything back. I’ve spent the last 10 years writing my emotions and in a cheesy poetic way, I’ve learned so much from it. I’ve been quiet when emotions came out because well, I can’t deal with them. It’s not a sarcastic kind of way where emotions don’t hit me or I try to be heartless (because I do), but rather it gets the best of me. Maybe it’s a little old fashioned to call them a weakness, but they are, aren’t they? They tear you apart and put you back together all the time, how do you ever learn to be stable? 

Yesterday it hit me that I’m leaving in 10 days. Today it hit me that I’m leaving in ‘a little more than a week’. Next week it will be “this weekend”. But it doesn’t stop there for me. I’m constantly moving around and I love it. The new smell, the people, and the feeling that nothing can hold me down. It must be so great, people tell me. Travelling the world and whatnot, getting to experience so much because they tell me that I won’t have time when I’m older. Through all the travelling, I have moments where all I want is to go home. I’ve accumulated so many homes by now, I feel like I’m stuck. That I have no other choice because these four walls are constantly strangling me and all I want is to just go home goddammit.  

It’s a little contradicting, I know. 

I’ve never wanted anything more than to see the world with my significant other. Experience the painful thought of being separated but knowing time will heal and being apart will help us grow. The temporary goodbyes and god, I’m going to hate waking up without those perfect eyes looking back at me. Just imagining it is like a pinch in the heart, knowing it only gets worse because I choose to ignore it half the time. I constantly ask if we’re going to be okay, because we have to be right? We have to be okay. And when we’re okay, I’m going to love every new place I visit because that’s what I’m made for, no matter how much it takes a piece of me every time. 

And you’re going to keep me steady on my feet. 

[cathymevik]

Expressive abstract art # 1 | Painting from within yourself

[cathymevik]

Expressive abstract acrylic painting 

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Painted masks

"Masks had been all she ever knew, Painted and changed with the seasons, Crafted to blend right in, No wonder she's always forgotten. Shadows were her prison, Nighttime her dungeon, Held in captivity and fear, Wondering if God was truly near. Night upon night, Sleep was her foe, Life fading into madness, Hope into sadness. She smiled for strangers, She smiled for friends, She laughed with her family, And each night she cried alone. Her taxing lies, The pains inside, The kiss of death upon soul, And get ability to never let go. They tell her to forget, They tell her not to remember, Yet the memories are cold, And the horrors untold. Words were her betrayal, And the truth was all a lie, The world would pass her by, Forgotten, starved, and dry, Only remembered for her masks."