@silentcrystals.bsky.social
Pinned
My
words
aren’t
poetry
true
Poets
give
voice
to the
inexplicable
like
Nureyev
magically
defying
gravity
I
merely
pirouette
across
the
stage
calling
it
dance
#vss365
#poetry
#BraveWrite
words
aren’t
poetry
true
Poets
give
voice
to the
inexplicable
like
Nureyev
magically
defying
gravity
I
merely
pirouette
across
the
stage
calling
it
dance
#vss365
#poetry
#BraveWrite
On the road to freedom
blood runs
on the road to freedom
wails fill the air
on the road to freedom
bombs fall
on the road to freedom
bodies lay in mass graves
When will freedom come?
#WritingCommunity
#poetry
#freedom
blood runs
on the road to freedom
wails fill the air
on the road to freedom
bombs fall
on the road to freedom
bodies lay in mass graves
When will freedom come?
#WritingCommunity
#poetry
#freedom
January 11, 2026 at 1:34 PM
On the road to freedom
blood runs
on the road to freedom
wails fill the air
on the road to freedom
bombs fall
on the road to freedom
bodies lay in mass graves
When will freedom come?
#WritingCommunity
#poetry
#freedom
blood runs
on the road to freedom
wails fill the air
on the road to freedom
bombs fall
on the road to freedom
bodies lay in mass graves
When will freedom come?
#WritingCommunity
#poetry
#freedom
We
woke
to
snow
there
downstairs
a
spell
undone
clueless
to
rescue
latent
truth
frantically
words
you
whisper
on
a
site
where
Freedom
is
a
gift
to
be
earned
woke
to
snow
there
downstairs
a
spell
undone
clueless
to
rescue
latent
truth
frantically
words
you
whisper
on
a
site
where
Freedom
is
a
gift
to
be
earned
January 10, 2026 at 2:06 PM
We
woke
to
snow
there
downstairs
a
spell
undone
clueless
to
rescue
latent
truth
frantically
words
you
whisper
on
a
site
where
Freedom
is
a
gift
to
be
earned
woke
to
snow
there
downstairs
a
spell
undone
clueless
to
rescue
latent
truth
frantically
words
you
whisper
on
a
site
where
Freedom
is
a
gift
to
be
earned
At
the
Christmas
tree
farm
icicles
reveal
reindeers
jumping
in
the
night
sky
as
Santa’s
bag
holds
wishes
of
Christmas
magic
everywhere
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#vssmagic
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
the
Christmas
tree
farm
icicles
reveal
reindeers
jumping
in
the
night
sky
as
Santa’s
bag
holds
wishes
of
Christmas
magic
everywhere
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#vssmagic
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
December 25, 2025 at 11:55 AM
At
the
Christmas
tree
farm
icicles
reveal
reindeers
jumping
in
the
night
sky
as
Santa’s
bag
holds
wishes
of
Christmas
magic
everywhere
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#vssmagic
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
the
Christmas
tree
farm
icicles
reveal
reindeers
jumping
in
the
night
sky
as
Santa’s
bag
holds
wishes
of
Christmas
magic
everywhere
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#vssmagic
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
This
would
be
the
line
in
the
cold
night
air,
halos
of
frost
glimmer
as
garlands
brushes
stockings
awaiting
Santa’s
gift
of
surprise
#vssChristmas
#FromOneLine 399
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
would
be
the
line
in
the
cold
night
air,
halos
of
frost
glimmer
as
garlands
brushes
stockings
awaiting
Santa’s
gift
of
surprise
#vssChristmas
#FromOneLine 399
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
December 23, 2025 at 1:13 PM
This
would
be
the
line
in
the
cold
night
air,
halos
of
frost
glimmer
as
garlands
brushes
stockings
awaiting
Santa’s
gift
of
surprise
#vssChristmas
#FromOneLine 399
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
would
be
the
line
in
the
cold
night
air,
halos
of
frost
glimmer
as
garlands
brushes
stockings
awaiting
Santa’s
gift
of
surprise
#vssChristmas
#FromOneLine 399
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
With
an
epiphany
of
love
he
hugs
his
new
puppy,
Holly,
as
silver
bells
cry
a
carol
into
the
white
of
winter
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#OurPoetryX
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
an
epiphany
of
love
he
hugs
his
new
puppy,
Holly,
as
silver
bells
cry
a
carol
into
the
white
of
winter
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#OurPoetryX
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
December 21, 2025 at 11:46 PM
With
an
epiphany
of
love
he
hugs
his
new
puppy,
Holly,
as
silver
bells
cry
a
carol
into
the
white
of
winter
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#OurPoetryX
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
an
epiphany
of
love
he
hugs
his
new
puppy,
Holly,
as
silver
bells
cry
a
carol
into
the
white
of
winter
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
#OurPoetryX
#BraveWrite
#loveletters
Enchanting
crystal
nights
dance
in
the
infinite
sky
as
humble
mortals
slumber
unaware
of
The Magic
#vssChristmas
#vss365
#loveletters
#vssdaily
crystal
nights
dance
in
the
infinite
sky
as
humble
mortals
slumber
unaware
of
The Magic
#vssChristmas
#vss365
#loveletters
#vssdaily
December 20, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Enchanting
crystal
nights
dance
in
the
infinite
sky
as
humble
mortals
slumber
unaware
of
The Magic
#vssChristmas
#vss365
#loveletters
#vssdaily
crystal
nights
dance
in
the
infinite
sky
as
humble
mortals
slumber
unaware
of
The Magic
#vssChristmas
#vss365
#loveletters
#vssdaily
I
always
recall
Gran’s
words,
“My gift to you”
as
she
handed
me
her
book
of
memories
Oh but I couldn’t!
Her
voice
was
without
regret
“But it was written for you”
#vssChristmas
#loveletters
#vss365
always
recall
Gran’s
words,
“My gift to you”
as
she
handed
me
her
book
of
memories
Oh but I couldn’t!
Her
voice
was
without
regret
“But it was written for you”
#vssChristmas
#loveletters
#vss365
December 19, 2025 at 9:50 PM
I
always
recall
Gran’s
words,
“My gift to you”
as
she
handed
me
her
book
of
memories
Oh but I couldn’t!
Her
voice
was
without
regret
“But it was written for you”
#vssChristmas
#loveletters
#vss365
always
recall
Gran’s
words,
“My gift to you”
as
she
handed
me
her
book
of
memories
Oh but I couldn’t!
Her
voice
was
without
regret
“But it was written for you”
#vssChristmas
#loveletters
#vss365
The
magic
of
dreams
is
a
place
called
home
where
candle
light
glows
and
a
goodwill
hug
brings
the
warmth
of
a
brandy
and
security
more
precious
than
gold
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
#whispr
magic
of
dreams
is
a
place
called
home
where
candle
light
glows
and
a
goodwill
hug
brings
the
warmth
of
a
brandy
and
security
more
precious
than
gold
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
#whispr
December 18, 2025 at 11:50 PM
The
magic
of
dreams
is
a
place
called
home
where
candle
light
glows
and
a
goodwill
hug
brings
the
warmth
of
a
brandy
and
security
more
precious
than
gold
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
#whispr
magic
of
dreams
is
a
place
called
home
where
candle
light
glows
and
a
goodwill
hug
brings
the
warmth
of
a
brandy
and
security
more
precious
than
gold
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
#whispr
Gran
rocked
the
child
gently,
it’s
just
a
dream
she
whispered,
But
the
yulecat
was
chasing
the
grinch
trying
to
eat
him
the
child
insisted,
Come,
let’s
have
hot
chocolate
&
gather
round
the
fire
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
rocked
the
child
gently,
it’s
just
a
dream
she
whispered,
But
the
yulecat
was
chasing
the
grinch
trying
to
eat
him
the
child
insisted,
Come,
let’s
have
hot
chocolate
&
gather
round
the
fire
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
December 13, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Gran
rocked
the
child
gently,
it’s
just
a
dream
she
whispered,
But
the
yulecat
was
chasing
the
grinch
trying
to
eat
him
the
child
insisted,
Come,
let’s
have
hot
chocolate
&
gather
round
the
fire
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
rocked
the
child
gently,
it’s
just
a
dream
she
whispered,
But
the
yulecat
was
chasing
the
grinch
trying
to
eat
him
the
child
insisted,
Come,
let’s
have
hot
chocolate
&
gather
round
the
fire
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
In
a
new
old
fashioned
way
he
&
Papa
watched
in
wonder
as
snow
formed
ice
crystals
in
the
air
trying
to
shine
like
tinsel
the
fire
flickered
as
wind
blew
down
the
chimney,
Papa
did
you
see
that?
Do
you
mean
the
elf?
a
new
old
fashioned
way
he
&
Papa
watched
in
wonder
as
snow
formed
ice
crystals
in
the
air
trying
to
shine
like
tinsel
the
fire
flickered
as
wind
blew
down
the
chimney,
Papa
did
you
see
that?
Do
you
mean
the
elf?
December 9, 2025 at 3:51 PM
In
a
new
old
fashioned
way
he
&
Papa
watched
in
wonder
as
snow
formed
ice
crystals
in
the
air
trying
to
shine
like
tinsel
the
fire
flickered
as
wind
blew
down
the
chimney,
Papa
did
you
see
that?
Do
you
mean
the
elf?
a
new
old
fashioned
way
he
&
Papa
watched
in
wonder
as
snow
formed
ice
crystals
in
the
air
trying
to
shine
like
tinsel
the
fire
flickered
as
wind
blew
down
the
chimney,
Papa
did
you
see
that?
Do
you
mean
the
elf?
Papa
placed
the
neatly
wrapped
package
in
the
sleigh
for
the
annual
mitten
party
Let’s go!
the
child
excitedly
shouted
Gran
had
worked
all
year
&
now
the
144
pairs
were
ready,
everyone
in
the
village
would
get
their
own
unique
pair
#vssChristmas
#OurPoetryX
placed
the
neatly
wrapped
package
in
the
sleigh
for
the
annual
mitten
party
Let’s go!
the
child
excitedly
shouted
Gran
had
worked
all
year
&
now
the
144
pairs
were
ready,
everyone
in
the
village
would
get
their
own
unique
pair
#vssChristmas
#OurPoetryX
December 6, 2025 at 5:45 PM
Papa
placed
the
neatly
wrapped
package
in
the
sleigh
for
the
annual
mitten
party
Let’s go!
the
child
excitedly
shouted
Gran
had
worked
all
year
&
now
the
144
pairs
were
ready,
everyone
in
the
village
would
get
their
own
unique
pair
#vssChristmas
#OurPoetryX
placed
the
neatly
wrapped
package
in
the
sleigh
for
the
annual
mitten
party
Let’s go!
the
child
excitedly
shouted
Gran
had
worked
all
year
&
now
the
144
pairs
were
ready,
everyone
in
the
village
would
get
their
own
unique
pair
#vssChristmas
#OurPoetryX
Gran,
please
read
The
Night
Visitors
again!
At
vespertine,
in
the
glow
of
the
snow,
the
Christmas tree
cloaked
in
holly
stood
amongst
sugar
coated
pines…
Gran
closed
the
book
as
the
child
slept
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#loveletters
please
read
The
Night
Visitors
again!
At
vespertine,
in
the
glow
of
the
snow,
the
Christmas tree
cloaked
in
holly
stood
amongst
sugar
coated
pines…
Gran
closed
the
book
as
the
child
slept
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#loveletters
December 5, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Gran,
please
read
The
Night
Visitors
again!
At
vespertine,
in
the
glow
of
the
snow,
the
Christmas tree
cloaked
in
holly
stood
amongst
sugar
coated
pines…
Gran
closed
the
book
as
the
child
slept
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#loveletters
please
read
The
Night
Visitors
again!
At
vespertine,
in
the
glow
of
the
snow,
the
Christmas tree
cloaked
in
holly
stood
amongst
sugar
coated
pines…
Gran
closed
the
book
as
the
child
slept
#vssChristmas
#MoonMystic
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#loveletters
Gran,
why
do
we
make
gingerbread
people?
Well,
when
I
was
little
my
Gran
made
them
in
honor
of
those
she
loved
&
missed
in
the
Old
Country,
so
now
we
make
them
in
honor
of
love
ones
everywhere
#vssChristmas
why
do
we
make
gingerbread
people?
Well,
when
I
was
little
my
Gran
made
them
in
honor
of
those
she
loved
&
missed
in
the
Old
Country,
so
now
we
make
them
in
honor
of
love
ones
everywhere
#vssChristmas
December 2, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Gran,
why
do
we
make
gingerbread
people?
Well,
when
I
was
little
my
Gran
made
them
in
honor
of
those
she
loved
&
missed
in
the
Old
Country,
so
now
we
make
them
in
honor
of
love
ones
everywhere
#vssChristmas
why
do
we
make
gingerbread
people?
Well,
when
I
was
little
my
Gran
made
them
in
honor
of
those
she
loved
&
missed
in
the
Old
Country,
so
now
we
make
them
in
honor
of
love
ones
everywhere
#vssChristmas
Stepping
into
a
winter
wonderland
he
held
Papa’s
hand
tight,
too
excited
to
move
he
gazed
at
scene,
Where
did
they
come
from
he
whispered,
Papa
grinned,
Maybe
you
should
ask
them
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
into
a
winter
wonderland
he
held
Papa’s
hand
tight,
too
excited
to
move
he
gazed
at
scene,
Where
did
they
come
from
he
whispered,
Papa
grinned,
Maybe
you
should
ask
them
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
December 2, 2025 at 3:35 AM
Stepping
into
a
winter
wonderland
he
held
Papa’s
hand
tight,
too
excited
to
move
he
gazed
at
scene,
Where
did
they
come
from
he
whispered,
Papa
grinned,
Maybe
you
should
ask
them
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
into
a
winter
wonderland
he
held
Papa’s
hand
tight,
too
excited
to
move
he
gazed
at
scene,
Where
did
they
come
from
he
whispered,
Papa
grinned,
Maybe
you
should
ask
them
#vssChristmas
#fairytalepoets
I’ve
never
seen
the
moon
cradle
teardrops
on
the
beach
and
then
retie
promises
in
the
wind
#WriteMap
#2WordPrompt
#FromOneLine
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
never
seen
the
moon
cradle
teardrops
on
the
beach
and
then
retie
promises
in
the
wind
#WriteMap
#2WordPrompt
#FromOneLine
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
October 8, 2025 at 2:58 AM
I’ve
never
seen
the
moon
cradle
teardrops
on
the
beach
and
then
retie
promises
in
the
wind
#WriteMap
#2WordPrompt
#FromOneLine
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
never
seen
the
moon
cradle
teardrops
on
the
beach
and
then
retie
promises
in
the
wind
#WriteMap
#2WordPrompt
#FromOneLine
#MoonMystic
#BraveWrite
Monday
morning
one
hour
late
rough
beginnings,
we’re
falling
between
words
like
lonely
dreamers,
while
shadows
of
grief
rise
leaving
threads
of
remorseful
mysteries
to
untangle
morning
one
hour
late
rough
beginnings,
we’re
falling
between
words
like
lonely
dreamers,
while
shadows
of
grief
rise
leaving
threads
of
remorseful
mysteries
to
untangle
October 2, 2025 at 9:01 PM
Monday
morning
one
hour
late
rough
beginnings,
we’re
falling
between
words
like
lonely
dreamers,
while
shadows
of
grief
rise
leaving
threads
of
remorseful
mysteries
to
untangle
morning
one
hour
late
rough
beginnings,
we’re
falling
between
words
like
lonely
dreamers,
while
shadows
of
grief
rise
leaving
threads
of
remorseful
mysteries
to
untangle
Another
time
I’d
take
a
chance
but
to
have
seen
so
much
death
of
humanity’s
virtue
I
cannot
lay
bare
my
soul
to
the
eventuality
of
the
storm
coming
#vss365
#MoonMystic
#whispr
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#WriteMap 371
#FaithMap 35
#OurPoetryX
time
I’d
take
a
chance
but
to
have
seen
so
much
death
of
humanity’s
virtue
I
cannot
lay
bare
my
soul
to
the
eventuality
of
the
storm
coming
#vss365
#MoonMystic
#whispr
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#WriteMap 371
#FaithMap 35
#OurPoetryX
September 26, 2025 at 8:45 PM
Another
time
I’d
take
a
chance
but
to
have
seen
so
much
death
of
humanity’s
virtue
I
cannot
lay
bare
my
soul
to
the
eventuality
of
the
storm
coming
#vss365
#MoonMystic
#whispr
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#WriteMap 371
#FaithMap 35
#OurPoetryX
time
I’d
take
a
chance
but
to
have
seen
so
much
death
of
humanity’s
virtue
I
cannot
lay
bare
my
soul
to
the
eventuality
of
the
storm
coming
#vss365
#MoonMystic
#whispr
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#WriteMap 371
#FaithMap 35
#OurPoetryX
They
were
hot
to
touch
those
uninhabitable
spaces
where
catastrophes
loom
and
humanity
is
found
not
in
a
priest’s
benediction
but
in
the
entrances
and
exits
of
love
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#FromOneLine 391
#2WordPrompt
#firewords 280
were
hot
to
touch
those
uninhabitable
spaces
where
catastrophes
loom
and
humanity
is
found
not
in
a
priest’s
benediction
but
in
the
entrances
and
exits
of
love
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#FromOneLine 391
#2WordPrompt
#firewords 280
September 23, 2025 at 11:31 PM
They
were
hot
to
touch
those
uninhabitable
spaces
where
catastrophes
loom
and
humanity
is
found
not
in
a
priest’s
benediction
but
in
the
entrances
and
exits
of
love
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#FromOneLine 391
#2WordPrompt
#firewords 280
were
hot
to
touch
those
uninhabitable
spaces
where
catastrophes
loom
and
humanity
is
found
not
in
a
priest’s
benediction
but
in
the
entrances
and
exits
of
love
#vss365
#fairytalepoets
#inkMine
#FromOneLine 391
#2WordPrompt
#firewords 280
Another
week
passed,
tirelessly
somehow
knitting
better
days
into
assurance,
always
searching
for
a
journey’s
end
full
of
mystical
compassion
sparkling
underneath
the
darkness
week
passed,
tirelessly
somehow
knitting
better
days
into
assurance,
always
searching
for
a
journey’s
end
full
of
mystical
compassion
sparkling
underneath
the
darkness
September 19, 2025 at 12:02 AM
Another
week
passed,
tirelessly
somehow
knitting
better
days
into
assurance,
always
searching
for
a
journey’s
end
full
of
mystical
compassion
sparkling
underneath
the
darkness
week
passed,
tirelessly
somehow
knitting
better
days
into
assurance,
always
searching
for
a
journey’s
end
full
of
mystical
compassion
sparkling
underneath
the
darkness
This
wasn't
what
she
wanted,
alone
among
deceitful
lies
empty
promises
wrapped
in
gut-wrenching
screams,
love
ones
living
in
the
shadows
#MoonMystic
#vssdaily
#FromOneLine 388
#inkMine
#WriteMap 37
#BraveWrite
#OurPoetryX
#vssmagic
wasn't
what
she
wanted,
alone
among
deceitful
lies
empty
promises
wrapped
in
gut-wrenching
screams,
love
ones
living
in
the
shadows
#MoonMystic
#vssdaily
#FromOneLine 388
#inkMine
#WriteMap 37
#BraveWrite
#OurPoetryX
#vssmagic
September 15, 2025 at 11:43 AM
This
wasn't
what
she
wanted,
alone
among
deceitful
lies
empty
promises
wrapped
in
gut-wrenching
screams,
love
ones
living
in
the
shadows
#MoonMystic
#vssdaily
#FromOneLine 388
#inkMine
#WriteMap 37
#BraveWrite
#OurPoetryX
#vssmagic
wasn't
what
she
wanted,
alone
among
deceitful
lies
empty
promises
wrapped
in
gut-wrenching
screams,
love
ones
living
in
the
shadows
#MoonMystic
#vssdaily
#FromOneLine 388
#inkMine
#WriteMap 37
#BraveWrite
#OurPoetryX
#vssmagic
He
said
the
light
shone
through
it
beautiful
and
not
to
be
ignored
but
audacious
hope
melts
away
among
the
detailed
game
of
unpredictability,
an
unholy
crusade
begun
when
even
sometimes
you
are
but
a
ghost
said
the
light
shone
through
it
beautiful
and
not
to
be
ignored
but
audacious
hope
melts
away
among
the
detailed
game
of
unpredictability,
an
unholy
crusade
begun
when
even
sometimes
you
are
but
a
ghost
August 26, 2025 at 7:53 PM
He
said
the
light
shone
through
it
beautiful
and
not
to
be
ignored
but
audacious
hope
melts
away
among
the
detailed
game
of
unpredictability,
an
unholy
crusade
begun
when
even
sometimes
you
are
but
a
ghost
said
the
light
shone
through
it
beautiful
and
not
to
be
ignored
but
audacious
hope
melts
away
among
the
detailed
game
of
unpredictability,
an
unholy
crusade
begun
when
even
sometimes
you
are
but
a
ghost
None
of
them
had
labels
to
warn
us?
now
true
discernment
began
in
the
quiet
hours
as
I
risked
hope,
stray
thoughts
of
frightened
words
trickled
in,
as
silent
wishes
of
what
about
yesterday
offered
little
solace
of
them
had
labels
to
warn
us?
now
true
discernment
began
in
the
quiet
hours
as
I
risked
hope,
stray
thoughts
of
frightened
words
trickled
in,
as
silent
wishes
of
what
about
yesterday
offered
little
solace
August 23, 2025 at 9:42 PM
None
of
them
had
labels
to
warn
us?
now
true
discernment
began
in
the
quiet
hours
as
I
risked
hope,
stray
thoughts
of
frightened
words
trickled
in,
as
silent
wishes
of
what
about
yesterday
offered
little
solace
of
them
had
labels
to
warn
us?
now
true
discernment
began
in
the
quiet
hours
as
I
risked
hope,
stray
thoughts
of
frightened
words
trickled
in,
as
silent
wishes
of
what
about
yesterday
offered
little
solace
Rainbow’s
mosaic
on
sunbeams
threaded
wings,
a
redeemed
encounter
when
love
was
certain
and
fear
a
distant
memory
#whispr
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
#loveletters
mosaic
on
sunbeams
threaded
wings,
a
redeemed
encounter
when
love
was
certain
and
fear
a
distant
memory
#whispr
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
#loveletters
August 18, 2025 at 2:10 AM
Rainbow’s
mosaic
on
sunbeams
threaded
wings,
a
redeemed
encounter
when
love
was
certain
and
fear
a
distant
memory
#whispr
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
#loveletters
mosaic
on
sunbeams
threaded
wings,
a
redeemed
encounter
when
love
was
certain
and
fear
a
distant
memory
#whispr
#vss365
#OurPoetryX
#loveletters
Sleep
wouldn't
come,
beware
the
candle’s
mystical
cosmic
devotion
to
tender
nights,
it’s
the
price
for
shadows
of your
powerful
memories,
no
longer
confident
but
obedient
to
loss
wouldn't
come,
beware
the
candle’s
mystical
cosmic
devotion
to
tender
nights,
it’s
the
price
for
shadows
of your
powerful
memories,
no
longer
confident
but
obedient
to
loss
August 13, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Sleep
wouldn't
come,
beware
the
candle’s
mystical
cosmic
devotion
to
tender
nights,
it’s
the
price
for
shadows
of your
powerful
memories,
no
longer
confident
but
obedient
to
loss
wouldn't
come,
beware
the
candle’s
mystical
cosmic
devotion
to
tender
nights,
it’s
the
price
for
shadows
of your
powerful
memories,
no
longer
confident
but
obedient
to
loss
It
was
just
a
box
of
pain
uncovered:
war
haunts
with
wildfire
ghosts
laughing
at
the
starvation
listening
to
ubiquitous
cries
for
rescue
but
always
it
ends
in
secondhand
news
nothing
learned
no
will
to
change
was
just
a
box
of
pain
uncovered:
war
haunts
with
wildfire
ghosts
laughing
at
the
starvation
listening
to
ubiquitous
cries
for
rescue
but
always
it
ends
in
secondhand
news
nothing
learned
no
will
to
change
August 10, 2025 at 1:13 PM
It
was
just
a
box
of
pain
uncovered:
war
haunts
with
wildfire
ghosts
laughing
at
the
starvation
listening
to
ubiquitous
cries
for
rescue
but
always
it
ends
in
secondhand
news
nothing
learned
no
will
to
change
was
just
a
box
of
pain
uncovered:
war
haunts
with
wildfire
ghosts
laughing
at
the
starvation
listening
to
ubiquitous
cries
for
rescue
but
always
it
ends
in
secondhand
news
nothing
learned
no
will
to
change