Your feedback truly means a: Your feedback truly means a lot. It is always very encouraging to see comments like this, and reminds me this is one of the reasons I write lyrics. Thank you for reading my work.
These words are powerful.: These words are powerful. They don’t just express pain—they give it shape, meaning, voice. It takes courage to put raw emotions into poetry like this, to take that weight and craft it into something that speaks brings life and feeling outside of ourselves and into other's.
Grief is heavy, but you: Grief is heavy, but you remind us that love doesn’t fade—it lingers in memories, in moments, in the quiet spaces we carry forward. The way you balance sorrow with hope is powerful; it gives weight to loss but refuses to let it diminish the connection that remains.
Reading this, I feel richer: Reading this, I feel richer for breathing the air of a celestial realm where words transcend the terrestrial, and I feel poorer for having been away for too long and nearly missing your crowning achievement: a culmination of everything this series represents.
This supreme homage to beauty is a mind blowing saga: from its astronomical source and its profound sixteen thousand year journey to its embodiment in an Earth angel, blithely aloof to convention and rocking those baggy pants and whimsical socks.
Your poetic craftsmanship and intricate stitching of vast, cosmic concepts with endearing, resonant humanness becomes a superpower in this incredible work.
I’m deeply sorry that I’m so insanely busy that I’ve been neglecting your precious creations. But I’ll try to pop in when I can and indulge in true art and true soul work when I can.
Brightest blessings.
If dreams could sew a world: If dreams could sew a world of laughter, stitched in soft and golden thread, where paws clasp and hearts hum free, I’d rest there, wrapped in joy instead.
No tax on smiles, no hoarded light— just open arms and simple truth: "Lub your brudder, lub your friend," where kindness reigns and love is proof.
Yes, that’s the drake..: Yes, that's the drake, though I don't know if he's still there since this was done six years ago. It does bring to mind a joke, however.
A woman walks into a bar carrying a duck
A drunk at the bar 'Hey, where'd you get the pig?'
'It's not a pig, it's a duck'
'I was talking to the duck'
Thank you for your comment!
Get the drake a hen! Surely: Get the drake a hen! Surely the park's authority have a heart or at least a functional duty of care... or an operations manual that's legally enforceable.
P.S. Is that the image of THE Central Park drake himself?