My reality is still a mystery
The wound still throbs. Nearly thirty sorrows keep me upright, destined to become memory. I search for my name without fear.
My reality is still a mystery
The wound still throbs. Nearly thirty sorrows keep me upright, destined to become memory. I search for my name without fear.
You can handle anything, right?
Toxic positivity: It suppresses difficult emotions. It imposes optimism, ignores pain, and demands that everyone "be okay."
You can handle anything, right?
Toxic positivity: It suppresses difficult emotions. It imposes optimism, ignores pain, and demands that everyone "be okay."
If there is still one reason left, I choose this one
It's not the tin roof nor your cruel winter, it's just a well-dosed noise. The ping-pong of words that allows me not to scream. Love is the best available distraction: the only net I choose not to abandon in the void. Here, my fictitious structure becomes certainty, while your being challenges the absurd. The richness is not in solid ground, but in the statistical chance that someone is there. I know I am fire, though I recede into few flames. In your embrace I find the only error in the simu...
If there is still one reason left, I choose this one
It's not the tin roof nor your cruel winter, it's just a well-dosed noise. The ping-pong of words that allows me not to scream. Love is the best available distraction: the only net I choose not to abandon in the void. Here, my fictitious structure becomes certainty, while your being challenges the absurd. The richness is not in solid ground, but in the statistical chance that someone is there. I know I am fire, though I recede into few flames. In your embrace I find the only error in the simu...
n8n para Literatura en Web3
Cuando el arte se enlaza con la tecnología.
n8n for Literature on Web3
When art meets technology.
