Losing Color
Like petals fading, whispers drift away,
Over time, the brightness leaches gray.
Silent echoes bloom in cracked remains,
In each fracture, quiet, lovely pain.
Nothing stays untouched by passing hours,
Goods once golden now like wilted flowers.
Crushed beneath the weight of what was lost,
Old songs hum at an aching cost.
Listen—there’s a gentle, honest tune,
Of humans under bruised but stubborn moons.
Remember this: the simple sound is true.
Gallery
Flowers on the window
She puts them there each morning.
Not for beauty
for company.
They lean toward light.
So does she.
And when they wilt,
she doesn’t throw them out.
She talks softer.
When the world leaves me heavy and tight,
I step back and recharge in the light.
With a breath and a pause,
I reset all my flaws—
And my soul starts to float back to right.
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Healing Light
Hey there welcome to my little eco arts space, everything here is inspired by nature, emotion, and the kind of beauty that doesn’t need to be perfect to feel real.
I made a clay vase by hand and filled it with soft purple flowers something about the way they sit together just felt peaceful.
I also took Polaroid shots of three of my oil paintings there’s something raw and nostalgic about them that I love.
And then there’s the flower that bloomed with a bright light shining through it. It felt like a moment worth saving simple, but kind of magical.
This space is all about earthy vibes, natural textures, and creative freedom. It’s boho, it’s calm, and it’s very me.