Their togetherness relies on
their a push to love awkwardly
It relies on sex and fear
Silence and distance
Those things push them together
It doesn’t rely solely on her
Or solely on him
Not even rules or religion
It’s the bad little things
That make them
Them
-Saschia
The only point of everything is love
Whether it’s not enough
Not reciprocated
Or whether it’s pure
with no agenda
Love is the point
– Saschia
Hans Andersen Brindekilde
Worn Out or Udlsidt
Aka Working Class
This picture was created to celebrate 100 years since the French revolution. I find myself fascinated by his ability to capture these raw moments in life. This particular picture uses earth tones I think it suggests how close we are to returning to the earth. And how work tends to drive us there much quicker than we are prepared for. The way she holds him it seems as if he’s someone close to her heart. Oh, how I can relate to her emotions here.
I’m wondering your opinions.
He slapped it to my bones
My freedom a loose skin
Crumpled on the floor
These crevices are soothed by words
There’s no way around it
Babble incoherence
dum dum dums
Drummed on my tattered soul
Divine notes stuck to my bones
Causing a chatter
A dance
an opening
I slow, releasing a slice of heaven
Soul sounds
Mmms
lower, lower, lowered
Here I am alive and ready to breathe
♡Saschia
