AN ODE TO OUR SANCTUARY AND COMATOSE FEELINGS
The mornings in march were often quite chilly, cold breezes waking us up softly, a veil of melancholy covered our warm skins. Another night of circling thoughts. The insidious nature of insomnia and sensitivity.
The sun rises up behind the house facades, slowly chasing away the darkness of the night in the gentle, misty morning light.
The gentle lighting caressing the colorful, plastered walls like a poem, slowly relieving the burden of a heavy heart and a hectic mind. Once again, we fall in love, dipping into deep gratitude for these weight-bearing walls that have listened to endless aching sobbing and infinite echoes of heart-felt laughters, acting like a sanctuary for radical vulnerability. Sitting in pain and escalating nights of heavenly bad decisions. Dancing with teary eyes and playful easiness.
The first sip of green tea is mildly flowery, pleasantly sweet, lulling us in a gentle feeling of comfort while listening to the light drizzle outside. A cup of tea to calm down in these turbulent times.
The windows are wide-open, to the light and to the world, eager to carry on welcoming clarity and vividness.
These days it feels like nothing really matters and everything matters too much. No middle ground.
We are constructs of our surroundings, absorbing and soaking up everything there is to offer. Extreme emotional beings and dramatic humans at heart, experiencing things in a big way. No limit to our emotions. Alive and yet so fragile.
Letting the world get to us so easily, allowing our intense feelings to consume us.
The fibres of our beings are hibernating, longing for soul and body connection, high vibrations and sinking deeper into people’s oceans.
Months of isolation has created comatose feelings while our minds are taking a trip down memory lane. A passersby once asked us: „But soon the world will be open again, where will you go?“
Somewhere to fill our lungs. Somewhere to push limits and testing dangerous waters. Somewhere where we can be a bit tipsy, laying on the ground on a mild summer night, connecting with earth’s core and the open, limitless sky.
Some stranger laying next to us, philosophizing about the pleasures of life. We will run and climb and dance on the highest rooftops while all we do is wishing for this moment to never end.
Until our lives move to the next scene, we will continue romanticize our lives, our mornings, our becoming. Patiently waiting for our awakening. Pulsation. A slow burn. A smooth transition.
No one can be sad looking at purple skies. Let’s rage against the dying of the light.
Photographer: Aleksandrs Volks @radon.randell
Model 1: Tatiana Riesen Gonzalez @tatianariesen
Model 2: Trang Nguyen @trvng.oi
Styling: Trang Nguyen @trvng.oi
Words by @trvng.oi