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Zoom Time and space 
I’ve been lost in this vast emptiness of time and space, it’s scary. It’s been an everlasting chase by the arrows of the clock. Things you have no hold onto, no control over. That giver and thief, you have a second then it’s taken right away, giving the present but stealing the past… Time waits for no one and I’ve lost to it. We’ve all lost so much to it…
In the end, life is just a story of our death… How to measure our life if we’re strangled by each minutes? 
It’s time.

Time and space 

I’ve been lost in this vast emptiness of time and space, it’s scary. It’s been an everlasting chase by the arrows of the clock. Things you have no hold onto, no control over. That giver and thief, you have a second then it’s taken right away, giving the present but stealing the past… Time waits for no one and I’ve lost to it. We’ve all lost so much to it…

In the end, life is just a story of our death… How to measure our life if we’re strangled by each minutes? 

It’s time.

08.17.14 1
Zoom The Affirmation… 
The answer to all your questions lies behind the whisper of the moonlight. Lost in thoughts and fear and search for what lies ahead, the heart seem to black out from reality… In space, our notion of time seem to not exist. We tend to live so much in yesterday and in doubts of tomorrow that things slips away so easily… Just close your eyes and pretend. Not because it’s not shown, it’s not said that it’s not there…
-by incognitu5

The Affirmation… 

The answer to all your questions lies behind the whisper of the moonlight. Lost in thoughts and fear and search for what lies ahead, the heart seem to black out from reality… In space, our notion of time seem to not exist. We tend to live so much in yesterday and in doubts of tomorrow that things slips away so easily… Just close your eyes and pretend. Not because it’s not shown, it’s not said that it’s not there…

-by incognitu5

07.14.14 2
Zoom "Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being." - Albert Camus 
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You’re constantly trying to escape but where are you heading? Reality isn’t even certain, reality is still unknown… so what can you seek for? You can’t hide under illusion… one day, after all those colourful hallucinations, it will be dark. At the end of the day, we meet the only reality we know for sure: death will come. 
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"With rebellion, awareness is born." - Albert Camus
-artwork by incognitu5

"Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being." - Albert Camus 

You’re constantly trying to escape but where are you heading? Reality isn’t even certain, reality is still unknown… so what can you seek for? You can’t hide under illusion… one day, after all those colourful hallucinations, it will be dark. At the end of the day, we meet the only reality we know for sure: death will come. 

"With rebellion, awareness is born." - Albert Camus

-artwork by incognitu5

05.16.14 7
Zoom There will still be times when In the morning you will wake up and feel that your heart is so heavy, and you don’t know how to carry it. You’re hurt and it’s painful.. You don’t deserve it and I am so sorry. In those moment you’ll feel lost and you’ll be scared. You keep on denying but there is something missing. It’s so empty. You seal those infinite doubts inside. Grief might come knock the doors of your thoughts every once in a while, even if it feels like someone’s squeezing your heart, try to let it go… Cry, scream… Let it explode, free your mind…

By incognitu5

There will still be times when In the morning you will wake up and feel that your heart is so heavy, and you don’t know how to carry it. You’re hurt and it’s painful.. You don’t deserve it and I am so sorry. In those moment you’ll feel lost and you’ll be scared. You keep on denying but there is something missing. It’s so empty. You seal those infinite doubts inside. Grief might come knock the doors of your thoughts every once in a while, even if it feels like someone’s squeezing your heart, try to let it go… Cry, scream… Let it explode, free your mind…

By incognitu5

05.06.14 2
i'm so in love with your work, you're honestly so rad! have a lovely day (:

Asked by zufallstreffer

Thank you so muccchh :) I’m really grateful you like it! Have a wonderful day! xxx

04.21.14 0
Zoom Shower of thoughts. 
Bathed in the shower of indifference of the stars, why do we exist? 
by incognitu5

Shower of thoughts. 

Bathed in the shower of indifference of the stars, why do we exist? 

by incognitu5

04.16.14 1

Lost and Forgotten
Abandoned and Rotten

One day our name will be nothing left but empty words.. Referring to the small things we have left behind in the span of this infinite universe. Everything left are vain thoughts. Stop and stare. What do you see?

Phone shots by incognitu5

03.27.14 1
Zoom Let it go.. 
Can’t hold it back anymore.. 

Too much hidden thoughts, too little open words.. 
Too much locked emotions.. Can I just free it?

Art by incognitu5

Let it go..
Can’t hold it back anymore..

Too much hidden thoughts, too little open words.. Too much locked emotions.. Can I just free it? Art by incognitu5
03.20.14 6
I just started drawing and painting. I mean, I did it before, but it never meant so much to me. I'm actually a very bad drawer but I'm learning haha :) God you're my age and already so fucking talented, I already know you're going to be a big source of inspration for me. xx

Asked by arte-suicida

You have no ideaa how much this means to me <3 Thank you so much! I am still learning as well. I bet your work are worth more than you think! I would love to see your artwork if you don’t mind showing me :) 

03.01.14 0
Zoom Golden Cage
A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly.
A song she used to sing, but can&#8217;t remember why. 
A breath she caught and kept - that left her in a sigh.
It hurts her so to love you,but she won&#8217;t say good-bye. 
-Lang Leav 
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Inspired from the soul of Lang Leav&#8217;s poems. 
A girl who&#8217;s caged within her own arms, by her own thoughts, in her own mind. 
- Artwork by incognitu5

Golden Cage

A bird who hurt her wing, 
now forgotten how to fly.

A song she used to sing, 
but can’t remember why. 

A breath she caught and kept - 
that left her in a sigh.

It hurts her so to love you,
but she won’t say good-bye. 

-Lang Leav 

Inspired from the soul of Lang Leav’s poems. 

A girl who’s caged within her own arms, by her own thoughts, in her own mind. 

- Artwork by incognitu5

02.17.14 6
Zoom Useless.
If I closed my eyes, Would it disappear?
If I went crazy, Can I stop thinking? 
If I drain my brain, Will the memories remain?
If I stop breathing, Can I unfeel it?Have I unfelt it? 
I am so useless, Just taking random stepsThat leads to a messWhere I&#8217;ve long sinkedAnd there&#8217;s no way out.
Painted over pain, Burried under colors, La vie en roseLe coeur en noir. 

-by incognitu5
just a free writing&#8230; 

Useless.

If I closed my eyes, 
Would it disappear?

If I went crazy, 
Can I stop thinking? 

If I drain my brain, 
Will the memories remain?

If I stop breathing, 
Can I unfeel it?
Have I unfelt it? 

I am so useless, 
Just taking random steps
That leads to a mess
Where I’ve long sinked
And there’s no way out.

Painted over pain, 
Burried under colors, 
La vie en rose
Le coeur en noir. 

-by incognitu5

just a free writing… 

02.13.14 5
Zoom I despite myself. We are selfish creatures always lying to ourself and making excuses for every act we do, whether it&#8217;s bad or good. I never said you didn&#8217;t, just trying to tell you that I tried. At times, I find myself disgusting and pityful. It&#8217;s exhausting to keep all in, but we people are afraid of ourselves, our truth and most of all, our feelings. Lately I&#8217;ve been on the edge of that black canvas, always wondering whether or not to put down the brush. Sometimes it is so much easier to be angry at someone than to tell them that you&#8217;re hurt. But&#8230;
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”
— Jim Morrison

Artwork by incognitu5

I despite myself. We are selfish creatures always lying to ourself and making excuses for every act we do, whether it’s bad or good. I never said you didn’t, just trying to tell you that I tried. At times, I find myself disgusting and pityful. It’s exhausting to keep all in, but we people are afraid of ourselves, our truth and most of all, our feelings. Lately I’ve been on the edge of that black canvas, always wondering whether or not to put down the brush. Sometimes it is so much easier to be angry at someone than to tell them that you’re hurt. But…

The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.
— Jim Morrison

Artwork by incognitu5

02.10.14 26

Little escape from normal landscape

02.02.14 4
Zoom Last year’s volunteer #mural #superman

Last year’s volunteer #mural #superman

02.01.14 0
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via theunquotables)

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