Left Unspoken Project
to express the unexpressed, to say things that were unsaid, to write what supposed to be written. #leftunspokenproject
A couple of days ago, I started a pilot project called the #leftunspokenproject. This project was inspired the book “I Wrote This For You” by Iain St. Thomas. It’s a very great book with a powerful words and pictures.
This little project was about saying words that we wish we could say, but somehow we can’t, won’t, or not able to. Those words just sit there, in our minds, waiting to come out. So, this project is about expressing the unexpressed, say things that were unsaid, to write what supposed to be written.
Okay. That sounds cheesy. So, how do I participate?
Simple. I will share my personal photo and I need you to write about things that came into your mind. No boundaries, no limits, no strings.
Anything.
*If you can, please write it in english or bahasa, that would be nice.
The purpose of this project is I want to know about what you felt, think and said, when looking at my picture. It can be things you supposed to say to your parents, your friend, your lover, or whoever-whatever that crosses your mind.
For example, these words came up when I look at the picture.
Most days are bad.
Some days are good.
Some are sunny days.
Most are rainy days.
Yet, there’s you.
— GT
These are the works from the people who participate in my small project.
It reminds me of how the world is indeed full of “probably” and “for a while”.
Thus, we have to trust the pace we are at because we are given exactly what we can handle.
There is a millions way of telling you how I feel.
Though every step is one step closer into a void.
Every chance we got is nothing but coldness and uncertainty.
But in your eyes, I only see one thing.
Hope.
The funny thing about the back alley of my childhood home is that if you sit there during a downpour, it stirs all sort of uneasiness and anxious feelings — emotions that is a stranger to a kid.
Every time I get in a dire predicament, the same chemical compounds react in. Producing the same feeling, invoking the same emotions — Time is running out and there’s no way out.
It fills my mind cape with the same picture — of that black alley when the weather is far from friendly.
Some call this a remnant of the memories past, others say it’s how the reptilian part of the human brain is wired.
Maybe, they’re both right. Or maybe that’s just me.
But I believe I am not the only one.
Hiding under the shades, a little bit lost.
Waiting.
I wished the rain would wash down all the clouds in my thoughts.
Make the sky shine a little bit brighter.
Empty.
But Wishing.
I’m losing myself in the raindrops.
All I could see is black and white.
Until one day you came into my life.
and show me your light.
— Chah
Little dot.
Little thought.
Lead another thought.
Lead another perception.
Yet simple and beautiful.
The wall don’t stop me.
I will find ways to climb and see what’s on the other side.
I will not set any expectation of what’s on the other side,
Because expectation often lets me down.
My only goal would only be set myself free, my mind soars, and pat my own shoulder.
Then, i will tell myself “You’ve done a great job and you deserve a breath of fresh air to start other amazing journeys.”
It’s easy to hide behind a big wall.
The ways you choose to be unblod.
Wind blow can’t even let you down.
You’re safe and covered.
The world keeps spinning around
But you won’t be there to be around
Tell me something, what are you afraid of
’Cause it’s colder here inside in the silence.
We build these walls
To protect ourselves
To keep our own paradise — sacred, pure
From the outsiders
From the World.
But sometimes we forget.
That there’s still
A world of paradises
Yet to be explored ;
Just behind those walls.
I see things just the way it is,
Rain, Tree, and a wall — physic, biology, engineering.
Sometimes we fall, sometimes we rise.
Then we fall again.
Why?
So we can get back up and grow stronger.
I really appreciate those of you who are willing or going to participate in this project. It means so much, not only for me but for others as well.
Because we are constantly inspired by others, especially you, the ones who read this.
This is an on going project, if you want to participate, head down to my website, instagram, or email me (@gilbertotimothy@gmail.com) to submit your works or you can just drop me a message.
