Kawase Hasui
Moon at Enoshima
1933
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Kawase Hasui
Moon at Enoshima
1933
Kawase Hasui Winter Moon over Toyama Plain 1931.
Kawase Hasui - Evening Rain at Kawarako (1947)
Kawase Hasui (1883 - 1957) - Maebashi Shikishimagawara. 1942. Woodblock print.
Night Rain at Omiya, Hasui Kawase, 1930
“Ghostly Shapes”, Iceland // Jan Erik Waider
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“Healing is a choice. It is not an easy one because it takes work. But keep making the choice and shifts will happen.”
— Yehuda Berg
“You will be too much for some people. Those aren’t your people.”
— Unknown
What would you think of me if I..
…if I just stopped taking those poisonous pills?
…if I just numbed myself to death again?
…if I just bleed out the demons once and for all…?…
I mean I never tried the last one…
And what if I did…
…what if… I just did it?
What is there to miss?
It won’t be no more soul kiss…right?
It won’t be no more daylight, nor poems to write.
But at least I’m gone..right?
So what is there to miss…please tell me?
The demons will be gone,
The tears would finally stop and it won’t be no more raindrops to mop.
So get me undressed and let me be at rest, with no more stops ahead.
Lay me down with the dead and go ahead…
You see, there is nothing to be missed.
Everything fades away, and so will I one day.
So say your goodbyes and look for me in the skies instead..
sometimes do you ever just want to
What do you think?…
What if I stopped asking for help?
What if I just stopped taking those poisonous pills?
What if I just numbed myself to death again?
What if I just bleed out the demons?
I mean I never tried the last one…
And what if I did…
What if I just did it?
Would he miss me?
Would my brother be okay?
Would my angel dog still remember me?
Would people even understand?
And…
…would I finally be free you think?
…would I finally be happy?
…would I finally understand love?
What do you think…?