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Posted On: October 15th 2026, 09:53 am
In RED we walk in opposite directions
A RED thread is all I see.
As I walk away,
infinite steps, one at a time,
tracing the remains of a story
that will not remain.
Contraction, expansion.
Fear, inspiration.
The quiet pulse of letting go.
And perhaps, within these lines,
another story begins.
A story I can create,
a language I can call my own,
a little trace of the artist in me
I have been denying for a lifetime.
This is not only an ending.
It is a beginning.
An infinite line traced
leading me back to myself. ♾️
Art remains in history, a trace of my emotions, a trace of my story, a trace of energy.
Art remains in dancing and expressing this present moment.
A RED thread is all I see.
As I walk away,
infinite steps, one at a time,
tracing the remains of a story
that will not remain.
Contraction, expansion.
Fear, inspiration.
The quiet pulse of letting go.
And perhaps, within these lines,
another story begins.
A story I can create,
a language I can call my own,
a little trace of the artist in me
I have been denying for a lifetime.
This is not only an ending.
It is a beginning.
An infinite line traced
leading me back to myself. ♾️
Art remains in history, a trace of my emotions, a trace of my story, a trace of energy.
Art remains in dancing and expressing this present moment.
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