Shipping Condition
Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
Ivan in Abstracts
Received at midnight. The package stood at my door. No sender. No sound when it was placed. Only a silent pressure at the nape of my neck...
Everything is still possible. The line, gently drawn, asks more than it tells.
A silent hill - and so many paths leading beyond.
I am only shadow now, bent to the power that feeds me.
I tune myself in, to the chaos, to the frequency of numbness.
What I see is empty, but I cannot look away. I’m bound to the void.
A leaf caresses naked skin, the tree looks on, it holds her in.
She breathes in green, dissolves in grace, as if reborn in nature’s place.
A final grasp, the air is thin, the body trembles, not within.
No longer caged by line or frame - she rises now, in breath and flame.
I sit in silence,
between questions,
between intentions.
Suspended between thought and wall, the body reaches — yet doesn't fall.
No up, no down - just now, just being, in lines and silence, no...