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the echo of inner monologues

[petalofthoughts]

Art isn't just in its natural definition

Not just the paintbrush and the canvas

Art lies in the expression you choose for yourself

Dancing, writing, the photos you take, the words you speak, the steps you take, the stories you create

Art lies in all of it

[petalofthoughts]

oh, to be loved by a photographer

to be art in someone's eyes

to be a muse

to be a pixel's poem

[petalofthoughts]

I am poetry

It flows in me like water from a spring

Grows in me like roots from soil

I let it unwind like tears

In case those tears touch a dry hand

To moisturize

In case those tears touch a sunken heart

To heal

In case those tears touch a lost soul

To guide

In case those tears touch a drowning hope

To rescue

[petalofthoughts]

Like the ocean, searching for depth, it only ever echoes through the waves. Will you ever find meaning, purpose, or worth without performing a storm of waves? Will it ever softly flush to shore with a beautiful seashell, feeling like a gentle breeze on your skin? Salty but bittersweet.

[petalofthoughts]

For all that I am, I am always destined to see. To view. To stand close by but never to feel. You'll find me in a cinema but only in the seat staring at the big screen, never to be seen on a big screen. Never to be seen at all. How can I see myself if the screen is no mirror?

[petalofthoughts]

As I reached for the stars, the sun and the moon were fighting about who is next to stop me from it, rather by darkness or by brightness, until I couldn't see a single star in reach

[petalofthoughts]

"I am not a feminist"

Says the girl that

throws some pants on

before driving herself to school in the morning,

works,

pays with her own bank account,

votes,

wants to own property in the future,

gets to speak her mind

and chooses how to live her life

If being a feminist seems so appalling, then why do you live out the benefits that come with it? Why can't you acknowledge it?

[petalofthoughts]

"Seid Menschen"

- Margot Friedländer

[petalofthoughts]

Born neutral

it will be carved into us

like letters into wood

without awareness for empathy, politics, religion

no moral compass yet

without values, standpoint or boundaries

no interests, tendencies or opinion yet

environment, family, friends, teachers,

acquaintances, strangers

everyone leaves an imprint on your soul

But would you read the same letters carved into your wood, if only you grew up entirely different?

[petalofthoughts]

Who did you become?

We are a mosaic of everything around us, everything we have encountered, read, listened to or interacted with

We leave a mark on anyone we talk to, befriend or love

Each and everything is a puzzle piece creating the bigger picture, the actual puzzle: you

So who did you become?

[petalofthoughts]

The Art of feeling Gratitude

Gratitude - if you teach a young child, are you not just shaping him in a way it pleases you?

He only learns to express it, never to feel the words on his tongue