Filmed in Northern Italy and on my journey to get there from Greece.

A blasphemous prayer about happiness and the abyss, a journey within us mentioning the intricacies I find interesting while leaving out the noise of dogmatism. An imperfect poem that will be forgotten from all minds except the ones that treat humans with the respect a complete being deserves.

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References

The narrator is Iness J
Her email.
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The music was created by prodbyIOF

My equipment:
I film handheld with a Panasonic Lumix
G80
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GX80
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Olympus M.Zuiko Digital 45mm F1.8 Lens
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For Those Who Can't Feel Happiness by illneas

Like a prisoner behind bars, you will see her eyes

Trapped beneath the surface of the poem you write,
she shivers

She comes uninvited
and leaves without a warning

Like an optical illusion, she appears and disappears

Like a coincidence only you know how to understand

The feeling she gave you stays
despite the darkness of your heart that tries to erase it

Those who are searching for her
are doomed to never find her

And those who stopped searching,
need her the most

The rest of us stand inbetween,
the need to hold her again,
and the need to forget she ever existed

We create prisons of art
and display her proudly to the world,
pretending we are fine without her smile

One day she will escape from the confinement you designed for her

The moment you feel everything around you with the same intensity
as her presence

When you cry and despite the pain
you feel lucky for each gasping breath

When you feel broken
but somehow find the courage to observe the pain of others

She will realize that the canvases,
the melodies,
or anything you put your soul into
cannot fully describe her

She will take that phantom step into the real world
with chains still on her wrists

Just to observe you cry

Just to touch your scars

You will stand on the edge of the abyss
ready to jump

Without saying a word
Like your prisoner
she will approach you, uninvited
and before she leaves without a warning

You will glimpse
that painfully beautiful thing called

happiness