Left feeling vacant and empty the way you say your favorite word over and over to me every night. Goodbye, good bye, good-bye. The nights are different, so how come they seem so generic and bland for you to say repetitively. Apart from what I know and the facts, put it in perception and I get the reality. So nevertheless whatever is the result of these good-byes will never make a difference to how I feel.

Believe it or not there are girls like me. They don’t sleep well, they don’t eat regularly, they are too softhearted, and they’re tragically categorized under the “other girl”. We love to be not loved back. We care so much to know no one will care back. We wear facades to hide our miseries. And at one point, we all believe somebody will make a pivotal move to liberate us from our titles. But, like always, we remain invisible or we become somebody else’s problem to be dealt with. It’s an endless cyclical impasse, that the majority of us have accepted. But we continue with our lives, shining our uplifting grins, boldly swimming against the sea of people, laughing at silly yet cheesy jokes—Sigh, it’s not that depressing, trust me. Slowly yet surely, we are going to take away from this experience, and realize the joys we experience everyday are far more significant than the sorrows we experience every now and then as somebody else’s part-timer. Thus, life is too short to care about one mistake in comparison to a life of so many inspiring opportunities.

danceabletragedy:

Lure Series by Beili Liu

The installation makes use of thousands of hand spiraled coils of red thread suspended from the ceiling of the gallery. Each disk is connected to another, as a “couple”, and each pair is made from a single thread. Every coil is pierced in the center by a sewing needle, which enables the suspension of the disks a few inches from the ground. Subtle air currents set the red disks swaying and turning slowly as the loose strands of thread on the floor drift and become entangled.