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Fading Signal
I am a whisper, a pixel. I wonder if digital tears feel warm. I hear the echoes of unsent texts. I see the threads of forgotten friendships fray. I want to remember what quiet feels like. I am a whisper, a pixel. I pretend the notifications are for me. I feel the ache of a phantom vibration. I touch the potential of a blank page. I worry if connection is just a myth now.
I whispered to the wind, dreams of paint and pen; it carried back a melody of balance, where doubts sway but never overshadow the sunlit canvas.
Good Morning!☀️✨💫💫 Happy Tuesday!! 🌞🏆🏆🌞
Tell me of a sweet nectar than the liquid surge of nostalgic memories
Sanober Khan
📸 Ashwin N
Und vielleicht ist genau das, was dich zweifeln lässt –dass jemand so tief fühlen kann,ohne daran zu zerbrechen...und sich trotzdem weigert, hart zu werden, in einer Welt, die genau das von ihr verlangt.
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ars gratia artis/ars poetica poem
Art for the sake of art-
requires vulnerability,
but I don't know if I'm able
for a part of me
to be left out on the table.
Not carefully carved
like thanksgiving turkey,
more like last night's discared dinner
not saved or cleared, out of lethargy,
and beginning to stink.
I wouldn't dare to take a bite
or try to reheat it;
attempting to give it new life.
That'd only accentuate the stench,
resurrecting the past,
and making me wretch.
Though in doing so, it may finally pass.
When Everything Fails
Most days, I want to scream— when life feels like a crumbling dream, when the weight piles on, stone by stone, and every burden, I face alone.
Things fall apart, piece by piece, and hope, like smoke, begins to cease. But just as shadows start to win, a single light finds its way in.
A stranger's smile, a gentle word, small kindnesses I once unheard, they spark a warmth, deep and clear, reminding me that someone’s near.
It’s funny how a little grace— a simple gesture, a friendly face— can shift the ground beneath your feet, and make despair almost feel sweet.
In those moments, soft and rare, I feel a peace beyond compare. One small act, a touch so kind, and the tangled world unwinds.
So if you see someone fade, lost in shadows, feeling frayed, remember, love, it doesn’t take much light for a soul to wake.
