Collide visual art and little stories of Orykeene

If so.
When the winds become stronger, will I face? Here lies my heart, between a call for absolute and a need of relativity. I’m on my way.

I’m on the road, on my road and I am not so scared anymore. It doesn’t matter if I don’t know where this road will take me. Somehow I’m on my way. Then someday, somewhere this road will end and I will be at home.

And if I don’t know where is my rose, then I will put a glass dome on every part of my heart, every planet. And if I don’t know where to put my luggage, then I will keep walking until I find the good door.
If I get lost, I need to be found. When I get lost, I need to be found. When I get lost, I will find my way back home.

It is the deepest loss for my deepest soreness.
He was my precious one, my best friend, my true love. My first true love.

I ran so much after him. I waited him so long. Being with him was a dream. An infinite promise that everything will be alright because he held my hand. He was here and it should have been enough.

But something happened. An insidious something. Our situation changed. He changed. I lost him. The storm came in my heart. He broke with me. He left me alone. He pushed me away abruptly.

12 days of silence.
12 days of hopes and falls.
12 days of disregard.
12 days of unanswered questions.
Why? What did I do wrong? Where are you? Where am I in your heart? Have you met someone else? Do you love me no more? Why?

And I had to admit and to face. He doesn’t want to be with me anymore. He doesn’t want to speak with me anymore. And worst, maybe he doesn’t love me anymore…

3 years of love, of ups and downs and a lot of sweet moments. It’s the end. I don’t really know why.
Uncertainty. Fear. Waterfall. Doesn’t trust “us”. Doesn’t love me enough. Avoidance.
He left.

It hurts like a million of meteors crashing all around and over me, destroying everything, my heart.
He left me alone. And I can barely understand why.

So I let the sorrow raining, raining, raining, raining, raining in my heart.

He left me with a terrible hole in my life. Not the kind of hole I could fill easily with someone else, quickly. I was that kind of person. But it’s a deeper hole. This time, I don’t fear to be alone. I am scared to go without him. I lost him. I lost a part of myself.
It’s such a mistake to build so much of your life around a single one. Sooner or later, something will go wrong.

I have no choice than going ahead.
It’s useless to hang to this dead branch. I tried. I tried my best to resuscitate this heart with no more beat. But I’m not the only one who can decide, and it’s definitely dead now.
Don’t go against the flow, you will lost and break yourself. Let go, just let go, just follow the flow.
Everything happens for a reason which becomes clear one day.
We have to become what we have to be. Just let go. Just make the most of today.

But it’s so hard sometimes. It’s so hard now. I know it’s over. I feel this rain in my heart. It could be so easy to let me drown. Sometimes I let me drown by this so heavy sorrow. Moments out succeed irreparably to moments in.

Time heals. One day, the rain will stop. One day…
No one can’t know, except Time.

“I’m everything that you made me
So now I’m nothing at all
Did you think you could break me?
Break me after the fall
Looking over your shoulder
Everything that I see
With eyes a little bit older
So now you’ve got to believe
Someday, you’ll find your place in time
One day you’ll realise”
(The Devlins – Someday)