#rawemotions

Pain Archives｜Personal Emotional Rocrds

This is a personal emotional archive —

a raw outpouring of feelings, not a polished piece of art.

The core themes are pain, discomfort, hesitation, and the dissonance between surface and reality.

The shooting angles themselves are filled with spiritual uncertainty and hesitation.

It captures the fracture between the world above water and the world beneath, hinting at larger existential questions.

At its heart, it’s a small act of emotional venting — but honest, fragile, and painfully real.

Vivid colors, blurred details.

A surface of abundance, an undercurrent of ache.

Easy. Beautiful, even. But short-lived.

To live for love,

to wake up every day and choose it,

despite the weight of the world,

despite the chaos in your own chest

that’s where the real courage lies.

I want to live for you.

To breathe even when it feels like glass in my throat.

To walk barefoot through every regret just to reach the sound of your voice.

To grow old beside you, even when it’s boring.

To be your calm, even when my bones are shaking from storms I’ll never name.

To keep living, not out of defiance,

but because something inside me still refuses to let go,

a fragile, furious flicker that says,

Soñé que estaba en un departamento, que me recordaba a cuando vivía en Vidrio, aunque la ubicación parecía ser más bien en Paseos de Sol. Estaba sentado en la mesa con Alemán, quien me preguntaba si era una buena zona para comprar una casa. Yo le respondía que sí, pero que había escasez de agua y que debería asegurarse de que había suficiente agua donde planeaba vivir.

Luego me encontraba en una llanura seca junto a un río. En algún momento, me cruzaba con Mau, pero continuaba caminando y veía edificios a medio construir y abandonados, todos sin techo. Dentro de uno de estos edificios, había un hombre y una mujer haciendo el amor sobre una colchoneta en el suelo, mientras alrededor crecía la hierba. Seguía caminando por este lugar medio inhóspito.

I dreamt I was in an apartment, reminiscent of when I lived in Vidrio, though it seemed to be located in Paseos de Sol. I was sitting at a table with Alemán, who asked if it was a good area to buy a house. I told him yes, but there was a water shortage, and he should ensure there was sufficient water where he planned to live.

I then found myself on a dry plain next to a river. At one point, I crossed paths with Mau but kept walking and saw buildings half-built and abandoned, all roofless. Inside one of these buildings, a man and a woman were making love on a mattress on the ground, with grass growing around them. I continued walking through this somewhat inhospitable place.