'Melancholy' Series XIII

'Melancholy' Series
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She tastes like nectar and salt.

Nectar and salt and apples.

Pollen and stars and hinges.

She tastes like fairy tales.

Swan maiden at midnight.

Cream on the tip of
a fox’s tongue.

She tastes like hope.
- Laini Taylor

'Melancholy' Series XII

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

And then the day came...
when the risk to remain tight in a bud
was more painful than the risk it took
to blossom.
-Anais Nin

'Melancholy' Series XI

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames

But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
- Anne Brontë

'Melancholy' Series X

'Melancholy' Series
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There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom.
And when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes
the most beautiful things can grow in the darkest of places
without the need of light.
– R.M. Drake

'Melancholy' Series IX

'Melancholy' Series

photos by limitless mindgames

The most beautiful people we have known are those
who have known defeat, known suffering,
known struggle, known loss,
and have found their way out
of the depths.
These persons have an appreciation,
a sensitivity, and an understanding of life
that fills them with compassion, gentleness,
and a deep loving concern.
Beautiful people do not just happen.
- Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

'Melancholy' Series VIII

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

I didn't fall in love with you. 
I walked into love with you, 
with my eyes wide open,
choosing to take every step 
along the way. 
I do believe in fate and destiny, 
but I also believe we are only fated 
to do the things that we'd choose anyway. 
And I'd choose you; 
in a hundred lifetimes, 
in a hundred worlds, 
in any version of reality,
 I'd find you and 
I'd choose you.
- Kiersten White

'Melancholy' Series VII

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames

Grow, where they say you cannot.
When they tell you it's impossible.
When the rust around you leaks orange
onto your skin and threatens
to lock you in place, grow.
We are light seeking beings,
crawling from the shadows,
and we must grow.
The only thing keeping us
where we don't want to be,
is the only thing that
can set us free.
We.

'Melancholy' Series VI

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

let it go
by e.e. cummings

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and neithers –
you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear

so comes love.

'Melancholy' Series V

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
And be what I want to be...

music

'Melancholy' Series IV

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

Sonnet XVII

by Pablo Neruda

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

'Melancholy' Series III

'Melancholy' Series
photos by limitless mindgames

Sonet XXXIV
by Pablo Neruda

 

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;...
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.
 

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.
 

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.
 

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

'Melancholy' Series II

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames

Sonnet XXVII
by Pablo Neruda

 

Naked you are simple as one of your hands;
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round.
You've moon-lines, apple pathways
Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

 

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba;
You've vines and stars in your hair.
Naked you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.

 

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails;
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world.

 

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores;
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.

'Melancholy' Series I

'Melancholy' Series
photo by limitless mindgames

I Like For You To Be Still

by Pablo Neruda

I like for you to be still

It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy

I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid

I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true.

'Silent Whispers' Series (Part VIII)

'Silent Whispers' Series
photo: limitless mindgames

To love me is to hold me

when I am raining.

To breathe me

when I am burning.

To release me

when I am running.

'Silent Whispers' Series (Part VII)

'Silent Whispers' Series
idea: limitless mindgames, model: limitless mindgames, photos: ns

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes!'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.