I saw a chameleon today
He changed colors and acted aloof.
Why engage while I can blend in?
Why have a color while I can take that of my surrounding?
He was as colorful as his environment.
He was the color of his companion.
I saw a chameleon today.
He rolled his eyes back and looked at a gigantic ogre!
He rolled his eyes front to watch his brittle grip
He rolled his eyes west and saw colourful twig
He rolled his eyes up and saw the burning star!
He rolled his eyes down to watch his little steps!
Year: 2026
What makes a creator dive claws-out into another creator’s work? Is it to borrow from the skein or cloak a bird of the same flock? Is it to burrow your head deep under the spells of their artistry? Is it to get an alternate perspective and burst out of a bubble? Whose foundations hove in sight as constitutes of alien environments and experiences? Or just maybe, your reasons are withheld wishes behind a veil. Like the powers yielded by the critic. Why did the critic succumb to his self-obsession? Simply because he sort a divisive plan to gain acclaims, power, and validation. Column reviews morphed into a deceptive affair, then blackmail, shame, guilt, destruction, and unfortunate fatalities.
On the eve of the super moon. A day of reflections and recognition. Mainly for inflicting a painful and unsurprising arrivals during the 9th moon ☾. I, with a heavy heart, carry with me a message of choice, of a path laid upon me that goes against the state. A choice with an overwhelming presence that sits a float calm saline water of a shoreline that borders a warzone. With the winds absent-for they ought to keep a consistent appearance to dry the tears of the weeping mothers’ inlands – the grey sand adopts a demeanor so still and elusive that the eruptive mines buried under are a forgotten occurrence. Shadow tales of a past life ring true. Like the stories in the scrolls📜.
…when his phone rang for a second time, Kairo was still in bed. A seductive, lithe body carved a statue beneath the silk sheets beside him. As his gaze met Nyiri’s eyes, he fought the urge to rejoin her. At that moment, his appointments seemed more important, especially after the letters he had read that morning. He wanted to tell her and be done with it. Or so he justified. But his mind was better occupied. He loved that she made time to see him during her tour and was growing fond of her. Why put out the fire in favour of notes and revelations? Right then, no two people in the world needed more kisses for breakfast. Nyiri’s lips were soft and sensual, and no other decision was logical at the time.
2025 was marked with elation, celebratory moments, and the departures of important pillars in our support system. And while departures are emotional and sorrowful affairs, we understand that they are and will forever be part and parcel of the world of the living. A blessing to walk among the living, and a blessing in disguise to rest and face the great slumber. It is what we do during our journey that defines our departure. The relationships and partnerships we create today define the impact of our departure. Baarū gave us a foundational origin that allows us to be ourselves today. What a visionary he must have been to create tributaries that still serve us today. How proud would he be if he gathered us all for a tiny desk conversation?