Disfigured
Self-portrait series depicting loss, heartbreak, and grief.
The disfiguring of reality, mind, and body, into the unrecognizable.
A heart can break,
break and shatter into a million pieces,
as dreams simultaneously ignite.
Burning into nothing,
as if they never existed to begin with.
Haunted by the ghosts of what could have been.
Disoriented. Confused. Numb. Incapable of grasping the concept of tomorrow.
The world blurry and muffled.
The cycle of getting up, only to fall back down.
Sitting in the dark.
When will the light will turn on?
Searching for the switch, time and time again.
Focusing on actions which create light, only to find them futile.
The occasional spark extinguished by doubt, uncertainty, and pain.
Hurt, confused, alone.
Tried to scream, but only tears fell.
The strength of these tears could fill rivers which would cut canyons out of mountains. A water rushing with such force it knocked everything down, and swept it away.
Do not mistake emotions for weakness.
Do not mistake vulnerability for wallowing in sadness.
This transformation summons an unworldly and divine strength.
Grief.
An individual, yet universal human experience. Stemming from the high of having dreams, love, desires, and the subsequent loss of them.
Some criticize how a person grieves, without realizing no two methods are the same, as no two experiences are the same.
Grief has the ability to strip one to their core. Leaving behind a disfigured shell of what once was.
A shell which, over time, begins to form into a new figure, or shape.
One could debate, whether or not the high is worth the pain.
Is the opportunity to have dreams, love, and desires, worth being disfigured?