★ tev ★

Shadowed bird on a cracked light post, lost in the fading glow.

bird waiting

us

The once-mighty tree stands stripped bare, a skeleton etched against the cold, damp air. Its branches, once alive with whispers of leaves, now hang still, unmoving against the soft, chilling winds. One by one, the wind claims what little remains, tearing the last fragile leaves from its grasp, letting them drift down to rest on the discolored, wet earth below. And in its stillness, I see us all—how we endure as time claws at us, tearing away our lives, our warmth, our very skin, until all that remains is a fragile skeleton, left to weather the cold alone.

1:30 AM, 120 on the speedometer, neon streaks blur into the void. Still waiting for the crash—maybe then I’ll finally rest with the gods.

It was cold and dark, the sea lifeless yet restless, struggling to push its waves through the eerie stillness of the night. Amidst this haunting atmosphere, she stood, a lone figure against the void, her silhouette blending with the somber hues of the horizon. The soft wind brushed against her dress, a fragile motion in the vast emptiness. She stared into the abyss, her gaze heavy with unspoken sorrow, her thoughts sinking into the depths of the sea before her. In the cold, in the dark, she remained—a quiet embodiment of pain, lost in the infinite silence.

A tiny green bug i spotted in the morning. really hard one to spot when its all green lushes around him all fresh and green with the morning dew. closed in slowly without disturbing its peace and took a picture that i loved a lot. rarely saw this bug after those days.

The forest was too quiet, and it made my skin crawl. Through the thick leaves, I saw the ox staring at me. Its pale eyes didn’t blink, and it felt like it was watching my every move. I quickly took a photo, then slowly walked away. Something about it felt wrong, like I wasn’t supposed to be there.