THEY DIDN’T REALLY GO
Hello everyone, I'm Humansleep. This time I want to post my work again in the Alien Art Hive community. And here I will also share a work process whether it's drawing or sketching that I will later do as an effort to be seen and appreciated.
They didn't actually leave, they just watched from a distance in the darkness.
In the world of the subconscious, where shadows are reality and light is only a hope or a memory, there is a place far away and it has very little lighting. It was darker than night sometimes, a space where nightmares grew and flourished. There was a very long hallway and at the end of the hallway was a door, behind the door was another dimension that had no idea where it was, it was vast and dark. It was called "Dark Nightmare", in there, time stood still, and it was there, where "they" of the dead spirits resided and dwelled-beings from a darker world, unseen, but ever-present.
They don't really leave. Like nightmares that keep returning uninvited, they watch every movement, every sigh. Their shadows stretched across the dark, silent night, enveloping every corner with a piercing chill. There is a deep sense of dread, but more than that, there is a haunting uncertainty: will they always be there, even when we turn away?
A little boy who had been trapped in there for a long time and had lived alongside them - creatures in the dark, behind tightly closed eyes. They were invisible feelings, more real than anything words could describe. They were the depression that gnawed at his soul, the anxiety that destroyed every second of happiness that came. Like a thick fog that slowly enveloped the world, making everything feel distant and unreachable. Her nightmares weren't just during sleep; they were in every breath, in every step, in every second that passed.
Sometimes, I feel like they're closer than I want them to be. Like a pair of invisible hands holding your chest, weighing down every feeling. Every time you try to take a step, a voice whispers in your ear: You will never be enough. All of this is futile. No one cares. They are anxieties that roll over every thought, instilling a fear of a dark future, a fear of failure that never stops hunting.
On one of the darker nights, it felt like there was nowhere to run. The nightmares came again - darker, heavier. In your sleep, they appear as shadows that watch from a distance, from beyond the thick darkness. You won't get out, they say in a cold whisper. We will always be here.
However, that night, the little boy decided to face them. Although his heart was heavy, although his chest felt tight with unrelenting anxiety, he knew that they would not leave. They were a part of him, a feeling that had been held back for too long, but one that could no longer be denied.
“I know you exist,” the little boy said quietly, his voice almost drowned out by the silence. “But I exist too, and I won't give up.”
Back then, in the terrible darkness, there was a glimpse of light. Not a bright and dazzling light, but a very small light, which could only be seen by those who persisted in looking. The little boy felt its presence - even the smallest light can dispel darkness, even if only for a moment. The darkness was still there, but it was no longer able to dominate it.
And although they didn't really leave, the little boy realized one thing: Those fears and anxieties could always come, but he could choose to stand up and fight back, even if only with small steps. His nightmares may not be over yet, but he will keep going, and little by little, he will learn how to deal with them.
This drawing is made with ink on paper, using a pencil.
👽: Sketching.
👽: Outline.
💀: "they don't really go away, they just watch from a distance in the deep darkness. and they can come back whenever they want."
The work I made is an illustration that describes my feelings at the end - lately that cannot be expressed in words, I always feel endless fatigue, it feels like sleeping for 1 full day is also not necessarily enough, everything haunts me at that time. feeling helpless to fight “them”, but I keep trying to rebel against “them” even with the endless fatigue that always covers me.
This is all I can say for right now, sorry if there are wrong words or my typing is not perfect.
Thank you for taking the time just to stop by and see my work, and see you in my next work. 👽🖐
I love your art, and the stories, I have also been there in that place, when I was young, today sometimes I feel that way.
But I managed to fight it when I achieved my purpose in life.
Life is falling and getting up, even if you believe that perfect lives exist, that does not exist, we all carry a cross on us, the only thing is that some people weigh it more and others learn to live with it.
There is no happiness, it is built.
Keep going.
yups, thanks guys for taking your time just to stop by and see my work.
And thanks also to you for sharing a bit of your experience about it, as you said that things are true when you are in that phase.
And sometimes I choose a way to vent it by consuming alcohol and sleeping pills just to get a calm, even though the calm is only momentary. at least I can get a calm when I'm in that phase.
thank you so much, man👽🙌🍻
So dope 🔥💯
possible, such as consuming alcoholic beverages to gain tranquility even if that tranquility is only momentary.
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thank u bro🙌🍻
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