Deja Vu Hypnosis
I didn’t think it was possible
souls crashing into another
perfectly balanced,
of synchronous frequency
I found you in fragments of memories
dancing innocently through years
of relationships
not meant to be realized
A resonant frequency
I heard once again,
in moments of creation
sailing wistfully through our void
the moments in between
of this life and yours
we echoed each others steps
then back to rhythm again
Drunk by deja vu hypnosis
Is this what they call sacred?
The One, who completes me?
How? It’s funny,
I don’t believe that, yet...
Maybe I’m drunk by lust
the moments in between
thinking of you
become smaller, yet..
The charge, it’s palpitating
and every time we meet
your eyes…
they steal me from now
Because, for the first time,
of all the eyes I chose
to get lost in,
I finally found what I went looking for
Love fiercely
Don't let anyone
make you feel wrong for this
Some may call it stubborn
Some may call it delusion
I call it devotion
Liminal Space
simultaneous
ending
beginning
everything
all
at once
the breath
in-between
where
does it
begin?
the space
between
my fingers
it knows
where
to grow
and how
to start
again
With soft petals of devotion,
Olivia
Art for Emotional Healing
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August 27, 2024
Art has a long multi-cultural history of being a vehicle for emotional expression and regulation. Before we had language, emotions and feelings were communicated through visuals, sounds, and body cues.
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