Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
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Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies
You look pretty good for a girl who convinced herself she wouldn’t make it to 21.
You would lie there at night unable to sleep,
Suffocated by the feeling of unbelonging.
Each breath feeling more restricted than the last.
You look pretty good for a girl who was convinced maybe you weren’t meant for this world.
The constant paranoia hugging you tightly,
Whispering in your ear that maybe you were made wrong.
Maybe it’s normal to feel this way because you’re simply broken.
You look pretty good for a girl who needed pain to feel.
The tally of red on your wrist serving as a reminder of every suffered day.
The only way to stop the inevitable midnight call,
Whispering sweet nothings in your ear of what awaits should you wish it.
You look pretty good for a girl who’s alive.
Against all odds here you are, breathing.
Though the thoughts maybe present they’re duller.
And the warmth you feel is a little fuller.
Stay with me.
We’ve created a world where life has lost its meaning.
We spend more time thinking of what we want to do than actually experiencing life’s many joys.
We’ve been trapped inside for so long that the outside world feels out of reach.
Convincing ourselves daily that we’re satisfied and this feeling of unhappiness is normal.
When did the colours of the world become so lacklustre? Was life always this way?
I can’t remember anymore.
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Licking or - better yet - kissing a mirror is a well-known motif in the mirrors-in-art genre. Apparently, a popular one among art lovers, too - I remember being surprised when the painting Baciare lo specchio (Kissing the Mirror) by the little-known Italian master Pietro Torrini remained the most 'liked' post of this blog for quite a while.
Below is not this painting, but a fin-de-siècle postcard by William Herman Rau (notice that it's not simply 'kissing the mirror', it's 'kissing the mirror reflected in another mirror'; erotic photographers have always been inventive):
It is not entirely clear whether what we see in the digital artwork by Nickie Zimov is a platonic kiss or a lesbian one; this work, and another similar one, leave this deliberately ambiguous:
There are many more works by this digital artist in which the kisses are unambiguously lesbian (which is totally fine by me; the only downside is that there are no mirrors there). I found one work (so far the only one) that unambiguously belongs to the 'kissing-the-mirror' category:
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