Indescribable Feeling Artinya Novels & Stories

Splashes of color danced across the canvas, weaving a story of passion and longing, of dreams and desires. As I worked, lost in the rhythm of creation, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me, the constraints of reality falling away as I surrendered myself to the canvas. With each stroke, I found solace and strength, a sense of peace washing over me like a gentle breeze. And when I finally stepped back to admire my work, I saw not just a painting, but a reflection of my innermost self, captured in the strokes of my brush. It was a simple yet profound expression of beauty, a testament to the power of art to transcend words and touch the soul.

To say that she is beyond shock is an understatement! Her feelings are mixed-up. She's happy, excited, afraid,stressed, overwhelmed to name a few. She's happy to be his bride but this is so sudden that she's afraid she is jumping from one fire to the other.

she told him, rubbing his hands while he tried to think of it. "Oh God Linda, keeping me in suspense, I'm getting married to you soon you know, be nice to your husband to be, okay, " he told her with a small voice and chuckled while she punched his shoulder. "You remember the art in your corridor, the one I saw the day you forcefully kidnapped a woman and claimed to love her. It had a man kneeling and holding a flower which was dripping of blood as he offered it sadly to the woman who was painted wearing a completely black dress and had a smile on her face" she described the painting to him, while he chuckled looking at her.

The feeling of substantial rapture I have begun to feel for Lawrence- I am loving it. ‘What is love? I don't know, but what I have begun to feel for Lawrence in just a brief time is something more significant and memorable.’ Lawrence POV:- I couldn't believe I kissed her. I felt her sweet rosy lips upon mine. I touched her. I felt tenderness emerging from her. Nothing can explain my exhilaration. My content is beyond any word. “Oh Lord, Oh Lord.” I laughed, stretching my hands out. I want to lose myself in her and I did. I touched her. I treasured that feeling of affection and love I feel for her. The sentiment of being intrigued by my inexplicable feeling.

The results will be out in the evening kaya nang makauwi ako ay kabado pa rin. I wanted so bad to be in that club. Tinititigan ko pa lang ang mga gawa nilang naka-display sa art room, alam kong puno iyon ng talent. It was full of passion fixed in their artworks. I know passion when I see one because that's what I felt in doing art too.

he murmured, “was brought from the Eastern Isles. The artist died two years later. It’s the only one of its kind.” I followed his eyes reluctantly, realizing I’d been staring at him rather than the art. I turned back quickly, cheeks warming at the thought. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, though my voice trembled. “I’ve never cared for art before… but this feels different. It makes me feel something I can’t even name.” He studied me, his gaze steady and unflinching. The weight of it was unbearable. “Art is not meant to be understood,” he said softly. “It’s meant to be felt.”

AMBROSE Today’s about to turn into something interesting for me. At least that’s what I’m highly hoping for and when I say highly hoping I meant I had so much expectations. Having the whole night all to myself made me realize about this undiscovered magic that I didn’t know I was yearning for. I almost feel like I’m traveling into a new world and I’m all curious about its hidden wonders. I have come to realize that this indescribable feeling is not the definition of confusion in any way. In fact, this feeling is what they call attraction. It’s not the typical type of attraction that I already know and recognize but it’s a different form of attraction. I didn’t know that until I had all the t

It has brought in feelings I never knew existed. I'm lost in confusion and some sort of excitement. The heat I feel inside is not familiar and is constantly intensifying as my mind races about the whole situation, trying to make some sense out of it. Like I can't find the right words to describe this thing I feel inside. It's weighing me down. The only thing I know is that whatever I'm feeling now, I don't want it to end. I can't afford to lose it. It's too sweet to let go. But on the contrary, I don't know what it means and I'm afraid about that.

It's all full of stars shining that made me admire them. "I want to make a progress in painting, Ya. I want to feel that burning feeling I've been seeking for a long time again. I want to touch my paint brush and paint my heart out again but I just couldn't. My body won't participate. I feel so weak now. I feel so... worthless." I whispered to myself, devastated.

Whatever I felt, his eyes reflected. Longing is like a gentle tug at the heart, a soft melody that plays in the background of your thoughts. It's the yearning for something that feels just out of reach, a bittersweet ache that lingers in the depths of your soul. Longing is the whispered prayers sent out into the universe, the searching gaze that seeks solace in the night sky. It's the delicate dance between hope and despair, the tender embrace of a love yet to be realized. At its core, longing is a beautiful reminder of our capacity to dream and to yearn for a brighter, more fulfilling future.