The gods wanted flesh.
Reframing grief as the "cost of holding" is such a devastating perspective—it suggests that the pain we fear isn't a sign that we’re breaking, but simply the proof that we were brave enough to let something matter. Great read ✨
Brandi, that’s such a close reading and just the idea the I was suggesting through the piece. Thank you! 💛
I am scared of knowing.
It can not be undone - maybe.
What are we investing to keep and preserve what we have already?
Instead we push further and further as if there was a magic key that would make gain lose its name - pain.
Interesting Syntax. Maybe we’ll only see, by knowing, and that some roads are already foretold.
Maybe yes.
But not if I can act and as long as I can make huge mistakes unforetold, not even possible if asked would be told.
The moment we have,
one that we hold,
already is none,
thinking a moment into old,
only by free call,
like lost like free fall,
can even for told
must must hold foretold
of a thought that I would
never hold,
so my fate is what is,
what comes or what called,
I sailed into past
but my present I hold,
in love have even lost,
any of time for myself,
to death first have sold,
now only can trust,
a hope for but
by a cheap sould.
😂
HAHA - you’ve sold me!
Written with a gentle pen, no redundant words. A condensed piece of hope. Hand open.
Such a beautiful reading MoTy!
Thank you 😊
I think this might be my favorite of yours. Brilliant!
Thank you!
Maybe I should veer back into myth a little. I've been meaning to for a while now ;)
Don’t veer too sharply, you might hit a muse. :D
If I do, dear Petra, I'm sure it would be with the softest of consonants and a lovely oooooh from her vowels <3
I’m glad. <3
Beautiful writing Mark 💕
Thank you Vickey! 💛
“Held
just long enough
to be known —
like water through fingers,
like moonlight through leaves.”
This is beautiful 😍
Thank you so much Virginia! Really pleased you liked it 🥰
You’re welcome ☺️
The lines about the trees knowing how to hold and let go in the same breath stayed with me. There is something very beautiful and deeply true in that.
I think they do Antonio. Thank you 😊
Brilliant piece !!
Thank you Aaliya! 💛
Reframing grief as the "cost of holding" is such a devastating perspective—it suggests that the pain we fear isn't a sign that we’re breaking, but simply the proof that we were brave enough to let something matter. Great read ✨
Brandi, that’s such a close reading and just the idea the I was suggesting through the piece. Thank you! 💛
I am scared of knowing.
It can not be undone - maybe.
What are we investing to keep and preserve what we have already?
Instead we push further and further as if there was a magic key that would make gain lose its name - pain.
Interesting Syntax. Maybe we’ll only see, by knowing, and that some roads are already foretold.
Maybe yes.
But not if I can act and as long as I can make huge mistakes unforetold, not even possible if asked would be told.
The moment we have,
one that we hold,
already is none,
thinking a moment into old,
only by free call,
like lost like free fall,
can even for told
must must hold foretold
of a thought that I would
never hold,
so my fate is what is,
what comes or what called,
I sailed into past
but my present I hold,
in love have even lost,
any of time for myself,
to death first have sold,
now only can trust,
a hope for but
by a cheap sould.
😂
HAHA - you’ve sold me!
Written with a gentle pen, no redundant words. A condensed piece of hope. Hand open.
Such a beautiful reading MoTy!
Thank you 😊
I think this might be my favorite of yours. Brilliant!
Thank you!
Maybe I should veer back into myth a little. I've been meaning to for a while now ;)
Don’t veer too sharply, you might hit a muse. :D
If I do, dear Petra, I'm sure it would be with the softest of consonants and a lovely oooooh from her vowels <3
I’m glad. <3
Beautiful writing Mark 💕
Thank you Vickey! 💛
“Held
just long enough
to be known —
like water through fingers,
like moonlight through leaves.”
This is beautiful 😍
Thank you so much Virginia! Really pleased you liked it 🥰
You’re welcome ☺️
The lines about the trees knowing how to hold and let go in the same breath stayed with me. There is something very beautiful and deeply true in that.
I think they do Antonio. Thank you 😊
Brilliant piece !!
Thank you Aaliya! 💛