#breathless

I opened up my eyes so quickly I felt a jolt in my body. I was panting. I closed my eyelids again, trying to grasp the dream that was slipping away. 

The rest of the day I spent reminiscing the silhouettes and impressions that were left behind. I was dreaming with my eyes open. I imagined the silhouette re-enacting the scene, although this time it was slightly different. It was a bit more satisfying as I choreograph these imageries at will. It was, sitting there across me. It was, standing there beside me. It was, reciting the words I carefully composed. My heart was racing. I find myself gazing at objects. Ordinary objects I cannot recognize for my mind was occupied. How could you not see when you eyes are open? I was seeing colours but I was blind. I was hearing words but I was deaf. Sensations bottlenecked at the tip of my spine. 

Just as my mind was choreographing the hauntingly beautiful scenarios, my logic started to tear it apart. I was breathless from this longing for perfection and clarity of reality. I realize I cannot stay up 24 hours a day, I realize I cannot live without air, I realize that expectations are co-related to frustrations. 

I dismissed these imageries and put on this armour of objectivity that protects me from disappointment. When good things do finally happen, it will be, an arranged surprise. 

Caroline Polacheck / Breathless (The Corrs)

You deserve someone that won’t leave even when it’s hard to breathe.

All the breathless moments turned ice cold and with each breath came a thorn in the heart.

milexa-rnm:

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via tyler blackburn (x)

Between grief and nothing, I’ll take grief.

Ā bout de souffle (Breathless) dir. Jean-Luc Godard (1960)

Revolutionary Cinema

Breathless

We held our hands

Underwater.

Turned love

Into a contest.

Who could hold their breath longer?

Red is the collor of love,

Isnt it?

I saw the flush of it on your face

Mine to I guess.

Down here in the inaudible blue.

Turning blue from neither

Going up for air,

And not sharing our own

This isnt sustainable

I know

But isnt love

Supposed to leave you? (breathless)

9thblogboyz:

I wanna know what role this haircut is for.

You know what one of the best feelings is? That breathlessness after you finish a show. That split second right after a show ends where you’re like wow I did that… I accomplished so much and in that second it doesn’t matter that you messed up or that you dropped that toss, all that matter is you survived the whole show. I find myself missing that feeling…