Where Are You?

Where are you?

You were everywhere All over my mind, soul and heart.

The shining sky, The warmth of my coffee, The melody of the ocean, The blankets whom used comfort me, It all feels foreign.

Even my words, making me a fool. My pen falling from my hands, It was not the moon, sky, ocean or even my books; my legacy. It was you, my muse.

In the radiating gleam of the moon, There you stand breathtakingly. Occupying my mind, Blurring my thoughts.

-Hydra Lowe

“Does such a thing as "the fatal flaw," that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature?”

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

PD: Hi, I'm doing a survey on Aesthetics for my university research, anyone who knows what aesthetics are can answer and I'd be very happy!

Link to the survey

The Mirror, Andrei Tarkovsky

Whenever I’m writing I feel everything at once, because it may be just some words to anyone but to me they are my legacy which will live longer than any generation to come.