Today a touched rock bottom by choking with chocolate while looking for paper to sketch, I ran out of it. After drinking lots of water felt good enough but not to draw but to read some poetry. Lord Byron moved me with his poem "when we two parted" but I was in tears when I finished "definition of love" by Andrew Marvell. The rhyme and beautiful selection of words is amanzing and soon I will be able to read it without a shaking voice to post it here. The drawings above were made quickly so they are not detailed at all.
"When we two parted" is a nice poem in which Lord Byron describe a sore break-up that it wouldn't be easily forgotten by one of the lovers. It portraits so many different feelings and emotions, not only the distance and sudden indifference but also the open wound when the lovers' name is mentioned. The wondering how love remains instead of fading by the indifference. Also a review on the past- In secret we met-phrase reflected on a future encounter that might be as painful as the initial farewell.
Love is a complicated feeling sometimes and it certainly takes time to make peace with the past. If Lord Byron wrote this as a reflection of his own feelings, I can only say, -well done, girl(whoever you were). Certainly, he would have been over it extremely soon as the hedonist-bisexual freak he was.
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