The World

Looking out of my eyes.

I forgot what it means to breathe. I forgot what it means to feel free without having a life attached to one's self. It's all energy and energy is the charge. The charge to spark. The charge to amplify sound. The charge to electrify light. The charge to create force. Explosion- Implosion. Reaction. Something mechanical, something chemical.

I've entered the void of a social society. Something felt so meaningless. After we felt what it meant to live to ones means. Yes, trust doens't mean a whole lot without honesty. And feelings were just a program we are all running on.
We love being fine tuned into subtle energies. We love flying above ground zero notions that carry us into some preconceived reality that all of a sudden: STOPPED FEELING REAL.

All of a sudden our love stories turn into fairy tails, our personal achievements turn into Grammy awards of hunted fame. Our bank accounts turn into jackpots and the glory of a hero was born. The footprints that were yours had left marks upon the earth and it's transformation

Forsaken

Forsaken and mistaken


my mind

a pool of deception

The wisdom I carry, is just a small fractal of the unknown that is buried.

I begged you

to carry me home

though I never knew this place to ever be known

Some say they come from the deep oceans. Some say home is a place within.

Some think they come from the stars and others meet their family along the path.

Alienated from a time and space and place only known to me as human race.

I've so long neglected to see beyond my helplessness.

I blamed you. I've blamed myself.

I've blamed creation and existence for this kind of repetition.

Here we are again. Starting at point zero. But really again?

How many times have I neglected to learn, to see or to dream of something I deserve to have, yet never cared to ask. Never dared to be simply free.

I thought, I need you. I thought, I need money. I thought I need friends. I thought I need a heart.

But yet, none of it seemed to matter anymore. None of it seemed to be different anymore.

Everything was written in stone.

Everything became one, and yet, this loneliness would never leave.

I rode the synchronicity wave, I rode the frequency wave, I rode my own grave.

For a moment I could fly,

until you told me that it's not possible. Until I started to see that I was not capable. I was just human and all I could do, was react to my beliefs.

Sometime later I realized that I had no more desire to be who I have been up until now.

I realized that whoever I was or still am, has never experienced this thing called...

Honored...

One of the most beautiful things for me to experience if my art work inspires other people...and they create furhter from my initiation. For me one form of happiness is to create art and the biggest gifts for me is to receive art made for me! ;) This is a big thanks and lots of love and respect going to Elena Kulikova who I only had a brief encountering with but in this moment I learned so much from this beautiful soul and I am impressed by her eyes and imagination. Check her website and the best photos ever taken of my art work:

www.elenakulikova.com
www.elenakulikovastudios.com
www.webelovers.com

and check my artist page: www.annaeva.at