I loved the way you turned the city and the forest into two completely different truths — one dazzling and restless, the other patient and real. The final lines stayed with me most; they feel like a quiet revelation. Beautiful, atmospheric writing.
The contrast between the highway’s frantic “circulation of wanting” and the forest’s patient breath really lingered with me. I especially loved the line about the road being “a leash made of distance”
What a beautiful piece this is. It feels like standing with you at that torn mouth in the fence, watching two different worlds breathe. The city in your writing pulses like a bright, feverish heart, all urgency and spectacle, while the forest answers with something older and steadier, the slow, patient rhythm of lungs filling with clean air again. That contrast is rendered so vividly it almost becomes tactile. I could smell the cedar and wet soil by the end, feel the quiet settle into the bones the way you describe it.
I especially love the tenderness in the way you let the forest “win.” Not through argument or drama, but through patience. The idea that the earth simply waits, breathing, while the city exhausts itself in circles is quietly profound. It carries a kind of mercy inside it. The piece doesn’t scold the world for its speed, it just opens a door and reminds us that another tempo exists.
There’s also something deeply kind in the way you write about the body remembering its first language. That line lingers. It suggests that the peace you describe isn’t something we have to learn or earn. It’s something we already know, tucked somewhere beneath the noise, waiting like those roots threading through the soil.
Reading this felt like stepping out of fluorescent light and into cool shade. Thank you for sharing it. Pieces like this remind people that the fence is never quite as final as it looks, and that somewhere nearby there is always a little opening in the wire.
As per usual, you smashed the imagery - immersed instantly. Also, I just read your co-piece with Damien but couldn't tag you for some reason. Excellent work on both pieces x
Poetic prose with great imagery. Thank you. <3
Thank you so much!
You’re very welcome!
I loved the way you turned the city and the forest into two completely different truths — one dazzling and restless, the other patient and real. The final lines stayed with me most; they feel like a quiet revelation. Beautiful, atmospheric writing.
Thank you so much for reading this piece it was a beautiful reflection on the duality of life!
The lines are beautiful! I am going to restack!
I’m so glad it resonated! And thank you for sharing❤️🔥
Happy to support:)
The contrast between the highway’s frantic “circulation of wanting” and the forest’s patient breath really lingered with me. I especially loved the line about the road being “a leash made of distance”
Thank you so much, I appreciate you reading this piece! That line is one of my favourites I’ve written!
What a beautiful piece this is. It feels like standing with you at that torn mouth in the fence, watching two different worlds breathe. The city in your writing pulses like a bright, feverish heart, all urgency and spectacle, while the forest answers with something older and steadier, the slow, patient rhythm of lungs filling with clean air again. That contrast is rendered so vividly it almost becomes tactile. I could smell the cedar and wet soil by the end, feel the quiet settle into the bones the way you describe it.
I especially love the tenderness in the way you let the forest “win.” Not through argument or drama, but through patience. The idea that the earth simply waits, breathing, while the city exhausts itself in circles is quietly profound. It carries a kind of mercy inside it. The piece doesn’t scold the world for its speed, it just opens a door and reminds us that another tempo exists.
There’s also something deeply kind in the way you write about the body remembering its first language. That line lingers. It suggests that the peace you describe isn’t something we have to learn or earn. It’s something we already know, tucked somewhere beneath the noise, waiting like those roots threading through the soil.
Reading this felt like stepping out of fluorescent light and into cool shade. Thank you for sharing it. Pieces like this remind people that the fence is never quite as final as it looks, and that somewhere nearby there is always a little opening in the wire.
This is truly an amazing comment, I love how you dissected my piece! Thank you so much for reading my piece and for this comment!!
You are so so welcome and so talented too. I should be thanking you for sharing this with us all. 💕
Aww❤️🔥
Can’t wait to read more.
Keep up the most excellent work 💕💕💕
Most certainly will!
Truly beautiful writing, I want to walk into the forest you described.
I want to walk there too🍃 thank you!!
As per usual, you smashed the imagery - immersed instantly. Also, I just read your co-piece with Damien but couldn't tag you for some reason. Excellent work on both pieces x
Moty you’re too kind🫠🖤 I had some troubles with tagging people as well, the system will always glitch, is one of the certainty we have x
Wow! This is incredible. This piece shows a lot of restraint while making you feel so much. The visuals are beautiful. 💜
Thank you so much❤️🔥
It’s only as weird as you think it is.