Heartleap

lowkey how everything feels

Give me a wall Not paper, not canvas, but a vast, forsaken wall standing alone in the middle of nowhere. I need it. I need a place big enough for everything trembling inside my hands. For the colors that bleed into each other, for the lines that tremble, for the dots that scatter like broken thoughts until all of it drowns into black. I don’t want to paint anything specific. I only want the rush, the fever, the violent need to release what I can no longer hold. There is a war inside me, a chaos without mercy, a soft, quiet destruction that keeps asking to be born. So give me a wall as wide as the world, so I can tear myself open upon it. Let me be its god to create, to ruin, to abandon. Isn’t that what gods do? Raise a universe with trembling hands, then walk away as it aches, as it collapses, as it dies the way something inside me dies every single day.

Luna - 2025

patti smith (?)

re-reading the book of agony and yearning (wuthering heights)

because it is raining, and the first autumn rain is always something that should be celebrated 💌🧺