Starting a new relationship means we are transported to new realities we have never experienced before. We are suddenly full of life and strength. The journey begins filled with doubts because the destination is unknown, nevertheless, we are happy to embark on it.
Let it burn
We would go through hell and back for them. Their happiness is our priority, and we’re willing to fight against every demon, as long as their smile is only for us. As we plunge into deep conversations or soar with the banal, our happiness is etched all over our faces.
Nights turn into days, we’re restless, we don’t eat, or think, nor work as we used to. Our self is impregnated with their essence, and their absence is a storm destroying our thickest of walls. We simply want to be together. We have found The One.
Let’s light this darkness
After days, weeks, or months, and even years, the story comes to an end, abruptly, like in the middle of a sentence. Our heart is broken, and life becomes death-like. Happiness seems to be far away, and once again, we’re restless, because we seek what is no longer there.
Waiting for your call
We fall deeply into an abyss of loneliness and despair. There is a lump in our throats and it won’t go away. We fight our tears, and we fight the urge to come undone. We don’t let people see our despair… we feel so broken. In our school, or work, we seem calm and relaxed. We’ve become masters of deception, and we hide our wish to comfort ourselves in our bitter solitude.
Our time is running out
Stay
“You’ll get over it,” “Time heals all wounds,” they say. But what do they know? Their heart is not broken. Their lungs are not aching from the lack of air. Yes, they try to be nice, but we cannot find the kindness in their words. We, the doomed to love the one who has gone, await for the chance to call them, to beg for their return.
Everybody hurts me
The ifs and the whys haunt us, and we seek to answer those questions, despite ending up more wounded, than ever before. We treasure the good moments we spent, and forget the arguments and fights we had. We gloss over their jealousy and flaws because we want them back. We long to be complete again.
Forget it
We wish to go back in time and say “I love you” once more. The task is impossible. The future lies ahead, and we can only keep walking forwards. Even though we’re constantly reminded of the feelings of love. We can do nothing, but to give ourselves strength.
What kills me, makes me feel alive.
In the aftermath of love, our heart becomes an incomplete puzzle. For better or for worse, we are no longer the same person we used to be. Love transforms us all.
I am addicted to you
A heavy heart
It’s raining inside
Goodbye my old self
You are far away
I am bulletproof
Hemm Kim is a Korean illustrator who cleverly combines Freud’s dream interpretation, with Dadaist poetry.
I can’t help but look at you
Lost souls
I go back to black
A song of a thousand memories
You’re perfect just the way you are
We have nothing in common
State of mind
Good morning, sweetie
Never let me go
I need to learn to be OK
Our story
Dry your tears
Enter my hidden world
I’ll be by your side, until I fall asleep
I see only you
I love you so much
I live in your dreams
I stay inside you
Big girls don’t cry
See the world through you
Loneliness- Rainer Maria Rilke
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two bodies who have found nothing,
disappointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise each other
have to sleep together in one bed-
that is when loneliness receives the rivers…
Washing away bad memories
Nice to meet you
Reborn
