TreeSwim

@12”x16” mixed media

R.A.Young 2022

"She's a sad soul with a rocking body, a romantic heart, soft eyes, and well.. she's hiding a universe of affection behind all that bravado. You would never know by looking at her that she was so very sad, a sadness that envelopes even the darkest shadow.. but the moon rises in her eyes to compete with the sun when she smiles, and when she does.. my heart comes undone."

She undoes me like a zipper when she smiles and she takes me to places that I have never been - eUë

Has anybody else heard this song by Nickel Creek? I'm crying...

Sarah Eve - British Model

An Opera In My Head

A sea is singing in my head. I hear its arias ebbing and flowing as they reach for a tale that doesn't know where it is going. A warble in my ear tells me I can't give up on this story yet. Applause is on the track if I promise not to pause or skip it. A bet is made between the tune and me. I can't give in until the chorus starts, but I see they aren't in attendance. I wonder if they know it's today that the overture begins. It's every day. A rippling of the strings lulls my thoughts into a quiet peace and they offer me a brief rest from the cacophony their orchestra brought. This piece has months 'til its debut but they still push on, each day a climb to the top of the score and back to the end again. Its title song is a loop in my mind. Caught out of time. I wait for the director, the producer, my manager to call death on the rehearsal and finally perform to someone other than myself. Is it still not done, this music of the disquieted brain? The break is over, I hear them crawling back into my skull, their instruments echoing as they scramble to the seats. It's not a symphony, not until they mould into one another. They will, given time. My time. I can't afford for them to wait. This melody is aching inside, pounding against the walls of my Skull. her voice clawing against my own. There’s no escaping from the constant refrain. There's music carved into the bone. 

She felt her heart shatter and slice apart her soul with razor sharp fragments, and she gasped, bringing in helpless lung fulls of air, as her soul drifted away on the breeze as though it was nothing more than the seeds of a dandelion. She was torn, broken, Nothing more than a husk of ruined beauty, Collapsed in the dirt and rain. A shadow of a former self.

Copyright @thetragedyofbodyandsoul

Beauty and sadness.

Heartache bending beauty

to it's will....

Very beautiful story

Aesthetic verses

17 June. 2022. 

I see such beauty in sadness and loneliness.

Minimal Oracle

11”x14” mixed media

R.A.Young 2023

"This red that you see when I bleed is not blood, but that of red roses that seep from me.."

Let your beauty shine even in your pain - eUë

A short comic about Crowley’s hair🐍

Sarah Eve - British Model, Fashion Model.

Butters's Quote.