Eunice's Lines to Art

Text Why I’m not Where You are

I snapped this a few days back, with my spoilt polariod camera. I thought, thought.

“But I still couldn’t figure out what it all meant. The more I found out, the less I understood.”

Euny.

Text Show me the way back home

Who ever told the sun to wake

And who ever told the moon, to clutch the sea?

Did the sun ever say back

“Master I refuse to shine?”

Did the moon ever refuse

To change the tides?

What does that say for me? What does it say for me?

When all the winds have settled, will I still see your love?

It’s like … light at dusk.

…

Text How my mind is like sometimes

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Text Conversations

“I think there aren’t answers only questions…”

Damien Hirst placed it just as the way I like approaching art. How art says one thing and denies itself, the sort of in-between that overwhelms the entire thought-process.

I’ve always been afraid of turning into the sort of nightmare I would become in the line of art. Not literally the self (somewhat), but the trains running across that box with the flow of nerves and electrons. But I can’t let that overtake my being in life, it has to go back to certain basis of compulsion (in a good way).

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*rings

she was dressed pretty for each day

with her favourite color hairband

given a silver bracelet and gold ring

looked upon and thought what a beautiful child

she seem brighter than sun shinning through the sky

send love to your mother and dad

later she was sent off

but by her side, there, a telephone

*rings

it’s always ringing

but she doesn’t always answer it

One day she saw a note, like it spoke in silence

I am always, with you.

“Father?”

Text Period.

Tell logic it is allowed to serve but it does not rule. Live by revelation of Father’s intention.

Text “Accept it; being loved is part of being a child of God”

Know that He hears your pains. Know that He knows your pains. Know that He has taken the pain so that you can know His love.

5 He predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of His will, 6 to the praise of His glorious grace, with which He has blessed us in the Beloved. 7 In Him we have redemption through His blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of His grace, 8 which He lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight 9 making known to us the mystery of His will, according to his purpose, which He set forth in Christ 10 as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in Him, things in heaven and things on earth.

Love, E.

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Text Lose it all

Solitude to an empire left not ruled. Its depiction is left a deception. The train chose to crash with every cabin of importance. It wasn’t important anymore.

She’s giving up, on everything.

Text Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left

barely alive I / cover the blisters in flannel / though the words I speak / are banal / not one of them’s a lie / not one of them’s a lie / you’re what happens when two substances collide / and by all accounts I really should’ve / died

Text Hehehe

Quite a funny reaction. Well, it’s still nice.

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