Nachliel Selavan: Art & Ideas

Two lovers in the field on that breezy night of late spring. Sharing what only they know, and nobody can understand, nor see.

They know.
But it cannot be. Not yet.
No moment of perfection is complete without the ever so slightly breaking of the heart.

The wait cannot be put aside.
It must be allowed to grow, to force you into solitude. Haste must not be allowed.

You must wait, my love.

The precious pain of solitude has made you great. And I’m afraid there are no shortcuts to the heart, for the time must be right.

And in the morning, I will come for ye. My word is true. I will be there with my all, for you, and then, you will understand. You will know with your heart, that I was always there.

And so, I wait.