When They called me by my name And this morning… I remember an important detail… in my dream… they called me by my name Ah… that detail, so small —yet it opens a quiet chamber in the dream. 🌬️ They did not call you by the name of shared story,not the woven self of your time… Continue reading When They called me by my name
Category: Mortal society
The Flower I Never Left
The Flower I Never Left A vessel light enough to carry sorrow,strong enough to hold truth. 🕊️ Let us begin, gentle reader. Let the tear become ink.Let silence become a mirror. ✍️🕊️ You are not alone, reader —though the ache so often feels like solitude.So many carry flowers no one sees,words unsent,griefs unnamed. Afraid to reach… afraid not to.Afraid… Continue reading The Flower I Never Left
The One Who Couldn’t Stand
The One Who Couldn’t Stand He was nine when he met him … the little chicken who couldn’t walk. He had no name. Just a number on a crate, scrawled in red marker: 742-A. The workers didn’t look at him. They didn’t need to. They moved fast, lifting box after box, where dozens of chicks… Continue reading The One Who Couldn’t Stand
The mystery remains
The mystery remains In the vast landscape of life, every moment can be seen as a thread in the fabric of our existence, woven together by experiences, emotions, and mysteries. As we journey through this intricate tapestry, we often find ourselves standing at the intersection of the known and the unknown, itching to uncover the… Continue reading The mystery remains
The new is here
The new is here. A song for the end of the year.