invisible (a poem)
i am tired and uninspired. i am used batteries. i am talentless and stale. i am a book that’s been read and now sits on the shelf. i am a broken guitar string. i am useless. i am invisible.
everyday i feel like i’m at war with the world. some days i feel like i’m standing on the tallest mountain screaming at the top of my lungs, “look at me, please look at me.” if loneliness ever needed a definition, it’d be me. i see countless faces everyday but do they see me? i am alone. i am invisible.
all i want to do is to help people like me. i want to hold you and kiss your scars and say, “i swear to god it’ll be okay. not today, but one day. one day you will wake up and smile for no damn reason.” but today we can cry. today, we can be invisible.
This will always, forever, be one of my favorite pains in the world.
Daniel Uytterhaeghe - 'Paris Rain', 2014
"When I was very young, I’ve painted on the walls of the classroom helped by teachers. It was animals from jungle and forest… if I do remember it was when I was in the infant school, I was 5 years old. Teachers bought me paintings and brushes when they saw that I loved to paint and to draw and my work was different from the other children’s works. I didn’t know where was from my motivation when I was young, but I know there were two artists uncles in my family and I was with bright eyes, large open eyes when I looked at their artworks." - Interview w/ Swapniel
"Walked With Angels Today" (or extra terrestrials, depending on your point of view)
Hiked to the top pf Green Mountain in Kitsap County, Washington this morning. Weather offered little visibility, but you can just see the buildings in Seattle on the horizon in the last shot.