I did a thing.
April 3, 2021 at 4:30 am
(This post was last modified: April 3, 2021 at 4:36 am by Sal.)
The tread will be for art stuff I'm making, and relax, I won't post here any other language stuff than English. Not many people read Faroese, so.
Between Light & Shadow
Where are you too tell me that what I see had anything to do with what I can see? Do you propose that there is more than what I see behind my Shadow?
I can't see the Light. Refracted? Reflected? Makes no difference to me. Tell me where the Source is, goddammit! Is it like Sound? What! That at least I know what is, i.e. vibrations in the air reaching my eardrums and straight into my brain. I can even feel that with my fingers unto the speakers themselves, vibrations reaching my hands through the nerve-endings and straight into my brain. No taste. No smell, unless you count the dandelion aroma of their Shadow-self.
A perfect stillness in the all enveloping Darkness. Not even glimmer of the long past deaths of Stars remains. Legends of their brilliance is all that remains now, in this eternal moment.
I itch to Know the Light, but all I see is the gravitas reaching from behind these dead stars; a blackness without comparison.
The Dark? Shadows? Makes no difference for me. It's all the Same for me. I'm blind. I'm Blind! I'M BLIND!
Take your Light and shove it up your ass.
The more I try, the more Dark it gets. Trying without effort is the key. Drop your profanities, there's no aid anyways in the blackened Shadows. Just open your eyes and the reflection will become clear of the thing-in-itself.
Work in progress " Seasons" https://imgur.com/a/t0HKjzj
Between Light & Shadow
Where are you too tell me that what I see had anything to do with what I can see? Do you propose that there is more than what I see behind my Shadow?
I can't see the Light. Refracted? Reflected? Makes no difference to me. Tell me where the Source is, goddammit! Is it like Sound? What! That at least I know what is, i.e. vibrations in the air reaching my eardrums and straight into my brain. I can even feel that with my fingers unto the speakers themselves, vibrations reaching my hands through the nerve-endings and straight into my brain. No taste. No smell, unless you count the dandelion aroma of their Shadow-self.
A perfect stillness in the all enveloping Darkness. Not even glimmer of the long past deaths of Stars remains. Legends of their brilliance is all that remains now, in this eternal moment.
I itch to Know the Light, but all I see is the gravitas reaching from behind these dead stars; a blackness without comparison.
The Dark? Shadows? Makes no difference for me. It's all the Same for me. I'm blind. I'm Blind! I'M BLIND!
Take your Light and shove it up your ass.
The more I try, the more Dark it gets. Trying without effort is the key. Drop your profanities, there's no aid anyways in the blackened Shadows. Just open your eyes and the reflection will become clear of the thing-in-itself.
Work in progress " Seasons" https://imgur.com/a/t0HKjzj
