Æronis Kaijinwald
@metaike87.bsky.social
Art flows in my veins, music lives rent-free in my head-forever chasing the sublime between coffee stains and daydreams. (Warning: I’ll probably overanalyze your favorite song.) Let’s get delightfully lost in the poetry of everyday life.
A marrow hymn served with jam and sin - this line alone is a feast for thought. Art isn’t hunger; it’s the craving for what gnaws at the marrow of meaning. Brilliantly crafted.
May 23, 2025 at 7:35 AM
A marrow hymn served with jam and sin - this line alone is a feast for thought. Art isn’t hunger; it’s the craving for what gnaws at the marrow of meaning. Brilliantly crafted.
Maybe it was never meant to be named —
only felt in the pause between heartbeats,
where stardust lingers and old echoes hum.
Funny how getting lost
often draws the clearest map.
only felt in the pause between heartbeats,
where stardust lingers and old echoes hum.
Funny how getting lost
often draws the clearest map.
May 19, 2025 at 10:04 AM
Maybe it was never meant to be named —
only felt in the pause between heartbeats,
where stardust lingers and old echoes hum.
Funny how getting lost
often draws the clearest map.
only felt in the pause between heartbeats,
where stardust lingers and old echoes hum.
Funny how getting lost
often draws the clearest map.
Thank you smart fox 🦊.
Your words feel like a familiar constellation I forgot I’d named.
Let’s get beautifully lost in the in-between.
Your words feel like a familiar constellation I forgot I’d named.
Let’s get beautifully lost in the in-between.
May 19, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Thank you smart fox 🦊.
Your words feel like a familiar constellation I forgot I’d named.
Let’s get beautifully lost in the in-between.
Your words feel like a familiar constellation I forgot I’d named.
Let’s get beautifully lost in the in-between.