A lonely beacon of light slices through the vast darkness of my soul. I feel that I don't belong anywhere, drifting aimlessly in a sea of emptiness. The pulse, which should match the rhythm of my despair, transcends my pain, erasing everything in its path. My past, present, and future become one - a fleeting thought without a beginning or an end, just a vacuum that prevents me from breathing the air from the deepest part of my heart. It's as if I'm suspended in time, watching my life unfold without any connection to the moments that define me. Each heartbeat feels like an echo in a cavernous void, reverberating through the hollow chambers of my existence. I yearn for a sense of belonging, for a place where my soul can rest and find solace. Yet, the light, though lonely, offers a glimmer of hope, a promise that somewhere, amidst the shadows, I might find the strength to carve out a space where I can truly breathe and feel alive.

belonging, sgd 2400
30x30 inches, 2019
oil on canvas

"Belonging" by Werner de John (Spotify link)
(Inspirational music)