Festival of Pain
Keep Writing

Keep writing

I offer you my heart

To write the love

In your soul

Keep writing

I offer you my blood

To fill in your pen

Keep writing

I offer you my life

To feel the pain

Walking

Walking alone is

Walking across the sea

You can walk

And you never reach

Empty

Who said I am alive
When the words are unsaid
My soul is empty
Like a desert
With no sandstorm

Sea

Every day is a sea

I am swimming through

Various tidal waves
At times I felt
I am drowning
At times I felt
I am just flowing
Should I touch the shore
At the end of the day
Should I see you
In the shore
Only the stars know…

Time

A day will come
Then you will sit next to me
And will talk tons of things
And I will be speechless
In my coffin
And you will realise
The time lost
While I was alive

Miss you

I know I will never meet you

I know I will never see you

I know I will never speak to you

But I will always think of you

Keep you in the deepest

Layers of my hidden heart

Fly like a kite in my soul

With rainbow colors

In my sky of life

Cornich Morning, I know, you are walking ahead of me..

Cornich Morning, I know, you are walking ahead of me..

Miss you

I know I will never meet you

I know I will never see you

I know I will never speak to you

But I will always think of you

Keep you in the deepest

Layers of my hidden heart

Fly like a kite in my soul

With rainbow colors

In my sky of life

The dancer is realistic. His craft teaches him to be. Either the foot is pointed or it is not. No amount of dreaming will point it for you. This requires discipline, not drill, not something imposed from without, but discipline imposed by you yourself upon yourself. … Your goal is freedom. But freedom may only be achieved through discipline. In the studio you learn to conform, to submit yourself to the demands of your craft, so that you may finally be free.
Martha Graham (via creativesomething)
A loss of passion in creativity is regularly a result of stress, or a lack of focus, or a fear of risk, or the feeling of doing work that is under appreciated. It’s the photographer who doesn’t feel as though her photos receive any recognition, or the painter who doesn’t know what medium is right for him. Creative passion can go missing, it happens. The dangerous part comes from giving up when you do lose passion; from calling it quits and accepting the fact that you just don’t have it in you.