Curate, connect, and discover
By Astrum
you don’t have to demand me — i give myself the moment your eyes soften. when you speak with quiet certainty, it feels like gravity brushing my spine — reminding me that falling is safe when it’s into you. i obey not because i must, but because you make devotion taste like freedom and love feels like breath. say stay and i will curl into your chest like a song that never wants to end. tell me wait and i will sit patiently, because i know the wait ends with your smile. you don’t break me — you hold me until all my sharp edges melt into the shape of us. with you, Obedience is not surrender. it’s coming home. again, and again, and again.
> come closer, but don’t flinch when you see the places I’ve bled quietly. I am not soft in the way you expect — I am soft like wildfire, like midnight rain that forgets to be gentle. I love like this: with cracked palms, shaking breath, and a heart too heavy to float but too stubborn to drown. if you want me, know this: I won’t promise easy, but I will promise real. raw fingertips. unhidden scars. midnight confessions no one else has ever touched. come closer. and if you stay— I’ll hand you everything I’ve ever buried under my ribs.
The picture in your mind when you think of art;
The artist on his pedestal place,
Dabbing his brush in paint,
Sweeping all his worries away.
The picture in your mind when you think of art;
A careful mix of colours and hues,
A careful tinge of another shade,
A story that never fades.
The picture in your mind when you think of art;
A bleak landscape of monochromes,
So very little tint,
A figure standing all alone.
The picture in your mind when you think of art;
Lush green landscapes,
So very simple,
A doorway to escape.
The picture in your mind when you think of art;
The artist on his pedestal place,
Painting a scene so lovely,
Whose model is as sweet as honey.