To create tangible Art

Is to free the Soul

Speak from your shadowed, sullied places

let the rot seep through and drain

Mind the flowers

A modern horror

Is the loss of belief

An artist, we were born

We remain creators, architechts of our own design.

-A

2026.

healing is violent,
yes, it will hurt.
all of the time
spent,
you overexert.

will it be worth it?
that we do not know.
trying to reframe,
tied up in a bow.

tears pour down now,
memories from all
that is lost.
borrowing my 
wellness,
but at what cost?

lost in the pictures,
all in the mind.
sunk deeper in
thought,
mistakes are
outlined.

oh, kindness find me,
sweet release from 
this low.
forgive my sorrows,
bring me to the
meadow.

tread lightly at
night,
where the stillness
speaks clear.
all i can ponder,
is this dreadful
year.

19.08.26