Drawing from the deepest layers of my garden
Digging up roots buried under pain
Hearing them whisper my truths to the wind
Weaving my spider‑light heart
Transparent with raw light
Its brightness almost blinding
Coming back to what is essential
Sending out plural poetries
Breathing the silence between words
Swallowing the echo of a secret rain
Tasting childlike creativity
Curling up in the sleep of forgetting
Dreaming aromatic nebulae
Sharing our awakenings
Finding one small natural beauty mark
Hiding in order to reveal myself better
Smiling at the fleeting stranger
Offering my night‑shards to the trembling dawn
Wandering barefoot across the blank page
A curious optimism
for a future still to be built
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC
Drawing from the deepest layers of my garden
Digging up roots buried under pain
Hearing them whisper my truths to the wind
Weaving my spider‑light heart
Transparent with raw light
Its brightness almost blinding
Coming back to what is essential
Sending out plural poetries
Breathing the silence between words
Swallowing the echo of a secret rain
Tasting childlike creativity
Curling up in the sleep of forgetting
Dreaming aromatic nebulae
Sharing our awakenings
Finding one small natural beauty mark
Hiding in order to reveal myself better
Smiling at the fleeting stranger
Offering my night‑shards to the trembling dawn
Wandering barefoot across the blank page
A curious optimism
for a future still to be built
