Hello Everyone, my name is Danny, I am Katelyn’s boyfriend. Late last night Katelyn was taken back into hospital from an overdose she had taken last week, her organs were shutting down slowly, yesterday, the hospital let her out, thinking everything was okay, but didn’t know she was in severe pain, Katelyn didn’t say anything, it was her ‘back-up plan’ to suicide. So shes drifting slowly, and the doctors said she will not make it. She will be missed, and I can’t cope without her here. I miss her so much already, and love her with every little bit of my heart. When she goes I don’t know what I will do, she is my perfect, sweet, loving girlfriend.
This photo was taken the day she came out of hospital.
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Six types of Love
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
love that is driven by the head, not the heart
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers
selfless altruistic love; spiritual
So ungestüm und wild,
es schlägt mein rastlos Herze.
Voll Ungewissheit blicke ich hinauf,
zu der Wolken willenlos Spiel.
Voll Ungewissheit blicke ich hinab,
in den Abgrund meines Herzens.
Die Wahrheit ich einst kannte.
Die Lüge ich nun lebe.
Mein einzig Sehnen, es gilt der Liebe;
So die Augen mir erblindet,
umschatted von des Lebens leuchtend Licht,
mein Herz als einz’ges nur vermag
zu erkennen der Liebe
Oppressed by the cruelty of this reality, thus oppressed by the “cruality” of our existence I am longing for a dream, full of joy and bliss on which wings I can fly to a place unknown, guided by the light of life burning in the depth of my heart.
I feel wanderlust to a place unknown, not existent in this world, solely defined by this one everlasting, true love which to find my one and only desire ever was and will be.
Craving for the fulfillment of my deepest temptation my soul, my heart, my hands will reach out to enclose the essence of life hence a fire will enlighten the inmost depths of my plagued soul.
I feel wanderlust to the place where I will find this one woman, who incarnates all my restless longing, my deepest desires, even love itself, to a place where I will find this one woman in whose eyes, full of innocent beauty, I will finally be able to completely loose myself.
I feel wanderlust to neverland.
“Thanks to “the girl who thinks too much” (beautifultarnish.tumblr.com) for the inspiration to this writing of mine.”
“Self Esteem” 2013, colored pencils on paper, cm 45x92
“ANIMANERA”, Jonathan LeVine Gallery, NY, May 18
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Haunted by the nightmares
That plague me through the night
Won’t leave my infected thoughts
Even in the daylight
The blood, the fear, the longing
The tightness in my chest
I can’t focus without seeing things
I can never truly rest
I stand frightened by my own dreams
Afraid to interact
Scared that maybe this time
My mind will never be intact
I write for humans.
I feel like my thoughts travel farther than one specific audiences ears. I guess that’s selfish, that I feel like my ideas are more important and should be heard by more people, but I can’t bring myself to care. I am a child of the universe, so out in the universe my thoughts will be. That is all. I desperately want to change things, but a raw sorrow corrodes my soul with the knowledge that I never will. I can’t seem to gather the effort within myself to try, but I can’t sit idle while the world collapses. Yet I want to hide away and pretend nothing exists. But then I feel like I have to be the leader who creates a new state of mind. I’m so torn with inner conflict as to my purpose. So I simply share, and if anything comes of my thoughts and ideas, so be it.
The horizon, blood red;
A new day’s dawning.
Carried by the bluster
of the reckless wind
The screams of birds
Flying high above.
But still I’m walking
down this empty street,
‘Cause the sky
I, will never reach.
Thus don’t you see
my longing eyes,
to the crimson sun.
I wanna fly, I wanna die
Wanna leave this cruel world.
But still, I’m following
this path of misery
of god damn agony.
Neither can I stay,
Nor can I leave.
Thus what shall I do,
But keep on trying
'Cause this is my live.
I’ll keep on trying