Portraits

Ich sehe dich

Pictures that I see in this category, some very real, others surreal.

She sat in dusk, in silent gloom, her gaze as hard as stone.
A bleeding heart, a crimson plume, was fastened to her bone.

I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.

What I see is empty, but I cannot look away. I’m bound to the void.

So I sink down, as my strength fades away, my soul listens close to what chaos may bring.
The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray, and w...

In golden hues of evening light, Where whispers rise, and time takes flight,
You softly sense what always stays, The wave that shapes yo...

Silent roots whisper, Old soul rests on ancient bark, Timeless breaths of peace.

Gaze in shadow's play,
Lace whispers of strength untold,
Silence holds its breath.

Some constraints are invisible yet omnipresent. They take your breath away, steal your freedom - intangible but threatening.

In the old mirror, pale and worn, Her face reflects, so soft, forlorn,

Between the empty glass and the full heart lies sometimes a silence that speaks louder than words.

Deep down, in the furthest corner of my mind, you are hiding, fleeting as a hunch, and yet reality at the same time.

Soft shadows linger, a whisper held within gaze, time takes a deep breath.