Love Unseen
snapshot of moments of limbo
There’s this heavy pain that has settled over my heart, and the more I convince myself it’s gone, the less I feel. The less I love, the less I am.
I used to write a lot when I was in love. Now I feel almost nothing, so no words rise from my soul. The sweet warmth of poetry has faded. Love has drifted away—so has my writing. Or so it feels.
I used to play with words in moments of devotion and devastation, but in these echoes of emptiness, the waves of my words feel far from shore.
If only my soul could be carried off by the gentle currents of peace, and rest awhile from the cold sorrow of the mundane.
If only my soul could return to me.
Her (2013) directed by Spike Jonze
I deeply resonate with this movie. It echoes loneliness, quiet and comfortable numbness, sorrow in solitude, and acceptance.
Her speaks to my soul more than any other film. The choice of colours, music, emotional presence, and the mysterious soul's suffering and quiet destruction—these are paths I face every day. And the more I find beauty in it, the more my heart aches in silence.
I completely get what you are feeling Ella. It’s normal and we should never feel pressurised to create work. Keep going! And yes, the movie sounds interesting! Thanks for the recommendation. Added to my Letterboxd watchlist!<3
I resonate to how you feel, it's just cruel when love leaves the belief of it also leaves and with it leaves innocence and hope to write, to be heard.