i feel too much and sometimes all i thrive for is feeling nothing. to not to see something, anything & then feel it deep & let it grow until it revolves rapidly around my existence. sometimes feeling nothing is the greatest feeling & i will never be able to explain this to anyone

sometimes there's too much to feel and this ain't sadness. this is something no one has ever defined before. this is something that's inside me. a waterfall, a fallen leaf, an ocean, a wild sea, a night sky, an empty street. i don't know. but it does amaze me and also scares me.

half of me is made of this incurable nothingness and the other half feels so much that i feel i am far beyond this existence. no, nothing needs healing, not even acceptance, only a channel through which it keeps flowing.

how do you define art, tell me. there's so much to feel, to not to feel. if art is going deeper inside yourself to find the lost forests then be it. if art is sitting out there in the meadows and keep staring at something, anything for hours then be it.

it's complicated. it's crazy. this deepness and the time i spend unfolding this existence feels weird at times. i don't seek answers but there are so many feelings which make you feel alive and i've no ability to ignore them like others do.

tell me how do you explain a mind which keeps spiraling between multiple emotions at the same time