ONE DAY IS GOING TO END. #art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart #vss365

#associate with whom, when everyone leaves after my first sentence? The psychiatrist said, ‘Then watch your words.’ She replied, ‘But I see their lies.’ Lithium was increased in her prescription. She’d been hospitalized three times, never given a chance to be believed. #vss365

#photography #photo #random

I wish to know who invented the #advert; each week I’d lay flowers on their grave, spit on their soul, and return— only to come back the next week and do it all again. In bitter thanks for their dogged persistence that made life an even greater hell. #vss365

I give up — to reach forgiveness from the Haters. From the very first day, all were on the wrong path, As was I. It wasn’t my door! For I have no home. Never less, never more,

#Elastic mind, elastic boundaries, elastic time. Elastic material was I, always under the name of the good one. I am done. Consider me the bad one from now on. Recognize me as the pawn who broke the rules — and is gone. #vss365

“I want out,” she said. The court ruled: no one, nothing, nowhere had any role in her fate. Request rejected. Her fight to survive was harsh. She was born. Forty-five years ago #eventuality. Her spirit carried the weight of everything. #vss365

Just wait- One day, exhaustion grows deeper. This is the patience whose roots are nourished by injustice. So the #truth is not bitter—it is ugly. Just as acceptance is not a choice, but a declaration. #art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart #vss365

"I don’t want this life," she said. "I want out." The court ruled: no one, nothing, nowhere had any role in her fate. Request rejected. Her survival struggle was repulsive. Insurance covered every #eventuality. Forty-five years ago, a failed abortion — she was born. The ugliest soul ever. #vss365

“No one can make a change anymore.” happened what shouldn't have happened. #art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart

When money’s on the table, everyone jumps in. When it’s about integrity, that #bellwether turns into an insult. If one sheep runs, the flock follows without asking why—and worse, they can’t stop! Animal history’s honest: many flocks straight off a cliff. Human history? Not so much. #vss365

After months of grueling work, Vacation: #reinvigorated. Next on the to-do list: • Mandatory quarantine at the hotel with its souvenir • Vacation costs, paid in installments —Fake stars, bargain rates, a free illness, and an expensive lesson that resurrected any weary soul. #vss365

#art #artsky #painting #painter #blueskyart

They say #laugh should come from the heart. But for me it only happens when I hear something so ridiculous I can’t figure out what the real reaction should be— Or more importantly when a few simple even ignorant sentences reveal a genuine raw intention. Doctor, am I going to get better?! vss365

I wished to increase what I had, but had nothing. And nothing cannot be nested. When the path is written, or the pen is in another’s hand, neither the wish nor its way truly belongs to you. #2WordPrompt #Prompt

She will not come anymore. She left a will: “My #scowl isn’t anger. It’s the last shield of a cracked soul no one bothers to see. I can endure this silence, but pride hisses in my ear the truth is, it’s not courage or nobility at all; it’s nothing but humiliation. #vss365 #ArtOfWords #Bluesky

the public's illusion of having real voice, feeds His delusion of being lord in the world Hope fuels them both, #together they suffer from choice— enough to gather dictators, a solution born of empty works a new session of the game : Fake of thrones. #vss365 #prompt #together #ArtOfWords #Bluesky

I saw once—knife, bound knees—a camel killing scene. The camel cried, truly. In a civilized world: human choice— #tear apart anything edible. The camel’s share: desert, burden, thorn-meal. Was that #tear for life itself? Damn humanity? Or just fucking shock? #vss365 #WordedArt #bluesky #WordedArt

**When you broke the #promise. you broke. Make a story, write a poem, but the only truth is: your word has no weight anymore. Like me. Then he turned and left, without a goodbye. The kind of person who never says hello.** #vss365 #prompt #promise #VSS365 #ArtOfWords #Bluesky

Ended up in a charity group full of rich folks, I didn’t belong at all. High on my last pot, I posted: “Nobility’s hard when even my calf’s grassless.” Left my account number. Next morning? Boom. Rich. Just like that. “By calf, I meant myself.” He smirked: “Clarity of purpose, kid.” #vss365 #purpose

It was a one-year program for spiritual growth, inner peace, and weight loss. On the final day, she left the meditation center and headed straight to the café. Then she ordered the biggest ice cream cake and devoured it. “Inner peace deserves gratitude,” she said—dead serious. #vss365 #spiritual

The girl was mute. She never gave a bribe. Grave crime. In her stone-cold face, innocence surged. The judge met her dark, mysterious eyes one last time, touched the onyx of his ring. Verdict: Just as hard. She will not bargain. The gavel fell. Guilty. #innocence #VSS365 #onyx #ArtOfWords #Bluesky

“My entry for #creativewriting #writingprompts #microfiction challenge!”

7_ You, climbing through my fate, darkening my mind. like a blooming, bluish-lilac pain. How magnificently you turn me into the Nothing. You, root of ancient wisteria. I am the soil, the yielding one bearing the truth of what you are. #vss365 #wisteria #BlueskyPoets #ArtOfWords

6_ The clear blue sky reflected on the endless, mellow white surface of the snow. A sharp, burning cold shimmered across its softness until the gaze reached a pair of hands emerging from the snow, still with fingers turned blue against the boundless white. #vss365 #mellow #BlueskyPoets #ArtOfWords

5_ sisterhood Only at the end did Pandora leave the box open. Not for revenge or chaos. But perhaps, so that one day, Another woman could pass by, and know that someone before her had understood. #BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365

4_ Agreement “My personal philosophy is: when you’re a pedestrian, think about the driver and when you’re a driver, think about the pedestrian.” The interviewer smiled. “That’s great. We’re good.” Then shut the folder. “Unfortunately, we won’t be moving forward with you.” #ArtOfWords #vss365

3 – The Last Mission She was drowning in a trap she had set for herself. “I always start from zero. Only others get to continue from where they are. The result is zero, too. So tell me… am I even fixable?” But no one was left to hear her. #BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365

2_ Resigned She was forty-five. She woke up. Same daily mistake — again. As on the first day — same cut, same burn. The pain never softened. Feeling powerless, she made a choice. It felt out of my hands. I have to accept what is. No peace required. #BlueskyPoets #WordedArt #ArtOfWords #vss365

**1. First Lesson** “What about me?” said the green, cheerfully. The baby gazelle, fallen, frail, and weak, gazed at her mother — quiet — long and devoured the green. It was cool and fresh. #BlueskyPoets #SkyPoets #WordedArt #Microstory #ArtOfWords #vss365