This wonderful poem reminds me of one of Sylvia Plath’s
“TULIPS,” Where she experiences a bunch of the flowers as ‘too red,’…
they hurt her, they upset her…(she is experiencing mental illness…)

‘Even breathing seems too loud..’
Fear…anxiety, vast insecurities…. a scary part of the human condition which
can totally overwhelm and consume…and ‘the other’ which could provide
Salvation, becomes the most terrifying
aspect of all…
Your evocative painting highlights your words perfectly Diana…

Diana…( the other)
🍃

so many truths in this piece of yours. afraid of being judged and getting hurt, i guess we all carry this fear. this was an immense piece. thank you for sharing this.

Striking. The only "other" that I think is really dangerous is another human being. But then for those with mental illness, it may just be another version of themselves that they fear. Just hiding inside their brain where they know there really is no escaping.

Ron

The painting hypnotizing, the title (Even Breathing Seems Too Loud) breath-taking, the poem to accompany inspirational. Thoughts I wish I had, words I wish I had written.

Like a great sear, your prognostication is profound. It's almost like standing before the obelisk in 2001 Space Odyssey and contemplating evolution as energy exudes from this oracle of the future. So few words, so vast the truth. Bravo.