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I may not understand, or be able to empathise perfectly, for I am not you. Yet I believe you, unconditionally.
2024.12.05
Welcome to my east-looking garden.
I may not understand, or be able to empathise perfectly, for I am not you. Yet I believe you, unconditionally.
2024.12.05
Illness robbed me of my craft. In pain I foresaw my own blindness, as the world turned into an impressionist painting.
2024.12.03
For a brief moment I thought I was healed. A second later I realised I had simply removed myself from the world, so nothing could trigger me, no one could hurt me. There was no healing, only subtraction.
2024.11.25
You walk on a wire, while the rest of the world walks on bridges, and you wonder why your chorus is devoid of meaning?
2024.11.23