GAB (it's complicated): uncoordinated watercolor paintings on a rainy sunday evening (collaboration)

words (i did not write most of these)

every 20 minutes
If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man
he was a lone man who finds himself in different places in almost all time sat sulking by a river sleeping on lush fields walks to the graveyard towards ancestral ruins he takes every second as if a tiny pilgrimage there's something to it like a sort of comfort yet unfamiliar to senses but it doesn't matter because in the end he was a lone man who finds himself in different places except his home.
vemodalen
and through my silly, useless, insignificant art, i battle my own impermenance.
and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?
You will never be able to experience everything. So, please, do poetical justice to your soul and simply experience yourself.
You are just a stardust that have gained consciousness, your DNA is very unique, and cannot be replicated again, your life is just a speckle in compare to our universe, very insignificant in our geological time scale. While you are here in a very short stay being conscious and alive, cherish every moment, feel every pain and bleed every suffering. When you become one with the universe again you have an eternity of sleep
countless strangers, lots of rejections, a few new friends, a pair of now worn out shoes, and a story of a lifetime. wow sana hindi na maulit
are these the good days?
i wish i could do more than just remember.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.