— Can you hear me? Are you still there? Of course, you are. You’ve always been there, as if chained to me, to this moment. As if I could ever run away… But can you really escape your own reflection?

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— I remember your smile… It clung to your lips like a bright mask, and every one of them was a lie. You always stayed. Always clung to this cursed ‘here’, as if you knew it kept me on a leash. And me? I kept trying to leave. To run. But every step only led me back. To you. To what you call life.

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— A tangled web of a thousand knots, each one holding me here, now, in this goddamn night, by this goddamn phone. You promised things would be different. But you know what’s truly terrible? I wanted more. Damn it, I always wanted more. Wanted to break free, to feel life, not its illusion.

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— I haven’t forgotten. I can’t. That moment when your jet-black promise spilled, staining everything around. Rain can’t wash it away. It seeped into the air, the walls, my skin. That promise became part of me. It stayed with me, even when you were gone. It trickles down slowly, leaving traces, and I can’t even tell anymore where I end and you begin.

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— Can you hear me? Can you feel it? I’m here, calling again, saying all of this like you could fix it with a single answer. This is a story written in blood, rage, and despair. And still… Are you listening? Or are you, as always, laughing? You’re silent. You’re always silent when it truly matters.

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Photography, custom printing techniques, mixed media, pencil, marker and acrylic paint. The integration of thoughts and concepts into physical objects and analog approaches, carefully digitized.

© Kuro / 2024