I saw this when I was walking home, and it just made me sad.
This hits hard.
fuck
I saw this when I was walking home, and it just made me sad.
This hits hard.
fuck
Chirimen silk, hand-painted skull and spiderweb houmongi. Not the usual bold stripes and meisen I usually go for, but definitely a jewel in my tansu. I mean, how can anyone pass up skulls and spiderwebs on a woman’s formal kimono? This is also the only kimono in my possession that I have worn out in public, so I can tell you that it is definitely an attention-getter! (Skull houmongi, Heisei period, from the personal collection of Ai no Kimono)
The desolation becomes too much.
There is no vessel to empty the thoughts.
No drug to fix the emotion.
No person that really understands.
It’s there… lying in wait like a demon
you cannot exercise.
It is the sadness at a party.
It is the thoughts of death at a concert.
It is the burst of tears for no reason.
It is the hopeless feeling, the screaming
inside your head.
It is the madness contained…
with no where to go.
It is the love you feel so deeply,
the loss you’ve suffered,
the evil you’ve witnessed,
the tragic circumstances of life
even when there is beauty…
It is everything that does not define you
that defines you.
A fleeting moment, a snap of time, a grain of sand…
wasted on eternal sadness.
lost cosmonauts by pedro alves
Digital Art Masters Volume 2
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