Ashes of a forgotten heart, they were never truly lost; it was the path that drifted away from them. Their mind is overflowing with thoughts, each one desperately trying to find an escape from that shadowed labyrinth, reaching for a light they’re no longer sure exists.

But will they collapse completely into the withering of hope? Even as others whispers: “Your friendship is the quiet warmth I never knew my fractured soul needed.” If home ever had a color, it would be a dim red—glowing, steady, beating like a pulse that refuses to disappear. They run together, searching for a way out of the life that keeps trying to swallow them whole, @phuwinside.

Presence is like a weak flame of something that no longer knows why it remains, not to live, but to quietly burn in the light; not to hurry, but to give itself fully to every moment it can't avoid.

“You’ll find another life to live, I know you get over it.” Archive; the spark that flickers in ruins, @heartkeephusides the stillness that haunts what’s left of me, the turning that never ends. 🫀

And yet, something small in my chest keeps asking, “Why do you still hurt?” I never answer. I just wait for the silence to show me how to go on, but it gives me nothing, only an echo drifting trough the empty rooms of my mind.

post—cards vol. ii. “collaboration”
bittersweet: @Phuwinside &’ @Naravitzone
.. diaries site. POEMS

@strcokes @Ineept @Phuwinp @Fortwith Meisje. @Teeyrak @Anfchor @Tangsakeyun @phuwil @cxhips @tangsakyeun @tangsazyuen @lketters @kardiigan @puhuwin ft. @naraavitp @ppnrvtk @Kiddeoz @ppnartavit @ArcJoongn @aThorne @nzravit @arkaori @lPondf @nairavit @gPhum @cLertratkosum @Wongeavee @Grunkred @Posnd @luscidream @masculinef @narvwit @Mvillage @qBaldarxt @ppnarvitn @ponduu

the letter /1986’s. Nevermore denouement versions. chapter ii: of the same unsent lust, November mist.

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           ㅤ(MIDWINTER   🎄🦌  HEARTHGLOW)
            A Convocation // Snowbound Hearts Kindled Beneath Yuletide Light
                              ────୨ৎ────
Beneath a pall of wintered heaven, December holds vigil. Frost-laced air carries resin of fir and the distant toll of consecrated bells. Candleflame bends within glass-bound lanterns, scattering amber benedictions across the snowbound earth. This season is wrought not for mirth alone, but for the unfastening of vows long sealed within the breast.

         Certain hearts remain at cold’s dominion,
ㅤ                awaiting a single borne message
ㅤ                 to unshackle the season of ice.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Should this winter parchment wander across distant halls, a gentle courtesy is sought let the tidings be borne onward. Set the notice within gathered channels, that further souls may be summoned unto a convocation shaped by candlelight, remembrance, ancient warmth of Christmas tide.

“TREMBLE NOT AT THE HALLOWED QUIET”

    For Stillness Serves As Passage Only
         Beyond Rests The Feast Of Nativity
      Where Hymn (&.) Sowfall Entwine
           And Truths Long Entombed 
               Are Drawn Toward Flame.

Such Passing Becomes
Part Of The Season’s Keeping
Let The Glow Travel ❄️☃️
Sincerely,
Phuwin’s Fifthsides.

     
Mistletoe on Days Misreckoned
&. Hoarded by Santa’s Presence. 🖊

Backtrack of The Poet (2025, All I Want for Christmas): Nevermore Denouement: Inked Verse for The Christmastide. Swaddled within the papers grain, souls would loosen their breath, cherishing ink hoarded like air itself whilst each mark stamped with ardor by Santa’s passing.

As in the other years, He came
once more, to fulfill each quiet
hope (&.), to gather and guard
many wishes scattered upon
the constellation and earth.

So within this message inked solemnly by @Phuwinside, we would have you cherished through Christmas Eve, alongside mistletoe and kept hope ━━╋━ 📽️

Merry Christmas everyone,
&. Still Inked with Ardor / ౨ৎ