#absolute truths

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They say you are alone.But I have always been here.You came to me barefoot, edges torn,a soul splintered like sea glass,eyes salted not by the sea,but by a sorrow deeper than tides.I watched you wander across my skin,searching for messages in the sand,as though my shore concealed a map,or my palms a secret of escape.You called me barren.I smiled.You called me cursed.I wept.But I am not your…

“In response to the Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday which is “hand.” Use it as a noun, use it as a verb, use it any way you’d like.“ Details in the link below: https://lindaghill.com/2025/09/12/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-13-2025/ Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels A hand is a constellation folded in flesh,five small stars tethered by bone,their light held…

RDP Thursday: Change Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels “Delulu is the only solulu” basically means, sometimes you’ve just gotta be a little delusional to survive. (Delulu means delusional solulu is solution) Your jeans don’t fit? Delulu: they shrunk in the dryer. Wi-Fi crashes mid-Zoom? Delulu: the universe told you to touch grass. Change is chaotic, unpredictable, and undefeated, so the only…

RDP Thursday: Corridor Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels In the hush before the bell rings loud,the corridor stretches, neither here nor there, a river of sunlight painted on worn linoleum,where footsteps echo like pulses of hope.Lockers line the walls, proud sentinels of secrets,brushed aluminum reflecting restless dreams,wishes tucked inside notebook marginswhile laughter floats, paper lit and…

RDP Wednesday: Button Pressing the Buttons of Self – A user manual for the daily console of existenceMorning: The Waking Button a.k.a. Reality.exe Has CrashedEvery morning, without consent, you press the Waking Button. Reality loads, and like any good operating system, it immediately glitches. Toothpaste leaps into the sink like it’s auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. Your socks? Gone, except…

RDP Tuesday: Home Movie On a quiet day, dust danced in shafts of light,I found a DVD wedged between forgotten shelves, faded label, whispered promise.Press play, and suddenly the world unfurled,familiar faces, laughter caught in grainy frames,a flickering portal to the heartbeats of my past. Image Credits: ©PaletteNPixels Just like you can never be,the child again beneath the swaying trees,…