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I've been led to believe, by the coldness of fate, that sometimes, no one really will care.
That in a crowd of people, with noise and a lot of activity, a lot of smiles, nicknames, chatter, giggling, you can be lonely. Lonely because no one understands, lonely because every of your words are never easy to comprehend. You can be lonely because no one would sing the songs you would sing.
And the loneliness never leaves. It grows. Deeper. Darker. Thicker. You feel your soul drowning in the unexplainable abyss of sadness. You feel breath leaving you. You feel strength slowly creeping away from your grasp.
This consciousness has never left me. It's been music for me. The hard truth. A death to expect.
And every time anyone promises to be there for me, my question usually would be;
"Until when?"..
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As i lay awakened by another heartbreaking nightmare as every peace I've kept drips away from my soul...I'll lose my soul to helpless howlings under full moons and moonless skies, to crazy, heartless, and desperate death. So, I call out to the wingless, yet flying demons that swim in the midst of the clouds in my mind, the siren-like voices that whisper my name in tones that echo wide-spread in my head. I plead; Help me...
Charcoal on paper.
Charcoal on paper.#art #drawing #sketching #academicart #academicdrawing #humananatomy #anatomy #hands #dessindujour #charcoal #graphitedrawing #movement #gesture #sadness #depressionn #nihilism #existentialnihilism
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Louise: How did you get here?
Johnny: Well, basically, there was this little dot, right? And the dot went bang and the bang expanded. Energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday.
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