When you are left alone… đź’ˇIf you’re ready, I can now make an oil-style painting, a conceptual poem, and even build a narrative around them. Let us pick our next “canvas”… A sailing ship in motion, not yet at port. Let’s fully remix it in three dimensions: 🖌️ painting, đź“ť poetry, and đź“– narrative. We’ll call… Continue reading Unfinished voyage
Category: Mortal society
Off Shore and On ShoreÂ
Off Shore and On Shore Off Shore and On Shore … that duality opens a rich seam of symbolism. Let’s explore both sides 🌊 Off Shore — The Drifter’s View You are the ship.Still sailing. No harbor in sight, only wind in your ribs and stars as maps.You don’t know what’s waiting. You only know it’s forward. Your… Continue reading Off Shore and On ShoreÂ
When They called me by my name
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
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