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Burnt Out Candles In A Dark Room
I chased a glimmer that was born from the sea,
A beautiful vast island, certain I could leave.
The hero smiled, my heart beat, the beat of a drum
and I believed; because belief felt warm.
What looked like gold bent when I reached for it,
lost its shine, cooled into something heavy.
The rhythm in my chest turned hollow,
each beat learning the shape of a snare.
I learned the savior wore the villain’s face,
and I was never meant to be unchained.
So I return to the dark that asks nothing of me,
And stay, because wanting was never permitted anyway.
Burnt Out Candles In A Dark Room
I chased a glimmer that was born from the sea,
A beautiful vast island, certain I could leave.
The hero smiled, my heart beat, the beat of a drum
and I believed; because belief felt warm.
What looked like gold bent when I reached for it,
lost its shine, cooled into something heavy.
The rhythm in my chest turned hollow,
each beat learning the shape of a snare.
I learned the savior wore the villain’s face,
and I was never meant to be unchained.
So I return to the dark that asks nothing of me,
And stay, because wanting was never permitted anyway.
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Sage InksArtist Spotlight - Milibooo
Welcome to the third edition of Artist Spotlight. Today we are highlighting a photographer, and everyone’s favorite ghost Milibooo. Booo is a photographer who transforms her encounters into intimate visual stories. Using her lens to reveal the hidden emotional worlds of strangers. Through empathy and imagination, she turns everyday faces into soulful narratives. So let's get to it (SI = Sage Inks, BOOO = Milibooo) SI: What is your name? (also your artist handle?) BOOO: My name is Mili. My han...
Sage InksArtist Spotlight - Sashelka
Today is our second Artist Spotlight but our first of many interviews with artists onchain and beyond! Today we interviewed Sashelka. An artist who has had art follow her entire life. So let’s get into it! SI: When did you get into art?SASHELKA: I guess I’ve been creating my whole life. I was always drawing, taking photos, and acting in school theater. But I never really thought of myself as an artist. It all felt more like a hobby, something completely natural and ordinary. I never imagined ...
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Burnt Out Candles In A Dark Room
I think this might be my favorite thing you’ve written. “Belief felt warm.” That’s not a line , that’s real AF . Were you writing this once it was over or while you were still loving something that asked too much? 42000 🙏🏻
to be honest, I was wrote this after listening to Florence and the Machine - Cosmic Love for about 12 hours straight. I think there is an element of influence in there, but redirected. It was more or less about the end of a relationship. When you think you found the one, and then they turned out to be like everyone else. Even the lines reflect that, the beginning it says: "The hero smiled, my heart beat, the beat of a drum" then later it says: "The rhythm in my chest turned hollow, each beat learning the shape of a snare." that is making reference to a snare drum, because the sound is sharper, but also making reference to a trap. So now I caught in something, the realization sucks. but it was a combination of a few things that gave me inspiration, but those were the two biggest factors
That context adds allot of depth . Beautifully done ✨
That's profound... it's sad, and I can feel it 🫂🖤 It feels like you're my twin brother in terms of your sense of darkness...🖤 very deep and I do love it 🖤
we are twinsies! I'll take it. Yeah I think so. I think there is a beauty in it, because we all have our moments. Thank you, I am glad you can understand it, and you can feel it!
So deep and emotional my fren 🖤
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Burnt Out Candles In A Dark Room traces a chase for a sea-born glimmer that promises warmth but cools into heaviness. The savior bears the villain's face, leaving the narrator unchained only to choose a return to darkness where longing is forbidden. A stark, restrained reflection from @serenussage