I created a room for you in my heart. I locked the door, granting myself exclusive access. I fed you, told you tales, played you songs and made you share your secrets with me. I made sure you were well taken care of.
That’s why it hurt me to find out you wanted to leave. You said you longed for freedom, a secret room you could keep for someone else. For a second I thought of throwing away the key and keeping you in your prison forever. But I released you, hoping that some day you would realise the room in my heart was where you felt the happiest.
Story and text by Calypso
Whenever I have nowhere to go, I come here.
I came here the first time I knew I loved her. I smiled at the realisation, making the cashier at the gas station think I was flirting with her.
I took her here after a night out on town. We were piss drunk, had a hot dog and wished the summer night would go on forever.
I came here the first time she said she loved me, I wanted people to see my bliss.
The first time she screamed at me and pushed me out of her flat, I came here. I looked for pity and hoped that someone would say words of comfort.
I come here now that she is gone; I close my eyes and and remember the way she smiled on the summer night that we thought would go on forever.Story and text by
Night Wanderer
I stood on the shore and wondered if the angels were arraving or if they were leaving.
No matter where they were headed, I felt empty and sad, as if everything were my fault.
It is at my worst that I feel the closest to you. I tell you my sins and you give me forgiveness. I reveal my temptations and you give me your blessing. I tell you about my walks through nine fires of hell and you nurse my wounds. Your attention is all I really crave and I keep erring to keep you occupied with me.
You want me to be good, so you can take pride in your creation. But I keep erring. And you stay occupied.
Story and text Lilith
A thin layer of glass was all that stood between her and the city. When she touched the window, she could feel its vibrating pulse. Millions of heartbeats accompanying the beats of her own heart. She wondered how much they owed the city for being here. In any other city, they might have just walked past each other, remaning strangers in passing.
Now he stood behind her, waiting for her next move. Soon, very soon, she would turn her back on the city and surrender to the moment that awaited. But for just a little while longer, she let herself stand there, feeling the sensation of the before that precedes the completed after.
Text and story by Rochelle
When the time was a flourishing future
Do not make me lose my face. You may get a another face you don’t like
If I don't see, maybe others won't see me.
”Orlando, I think you suffer from a strange melancholy. You suffer I advance”
The Prison of Solitude
Dopamine
(Photo and acrylic paint)
The impossible passion and love between the butterfly and death.
(Photo and mix media)
We navigate as best we can between dream and reality. We become what we choose. We become our solitude.
Ulf Lundell
The headless men gathered to share their loose thoughts
everything is perishable yet we exist outside of time in eternity
The naked sorrow stol all the colors.
It’s not that I don’t know what you mean when you say you want me to show you everything. I know.
I know sometimes you would rather hear my cries instead of my fiery moans. You would rather see my teared up eyes than my stiff nipples. You would rather stroke my hair than grab my ass.
But you settle for what I offer. A body with a secret soul. Most men would be happy. Yet I know you know that you would be even more satisfied, should I let you see all of me. I know.
Text and story by Rumi
Sometimes I feel naked among aliens
(Collage)
suddenly I had the thought whether I was the observer or whether I was being observed