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Been thinking a lot about my artistry and what it is exactly that EYE DO..

My brother wrote a song I listen to often.
It goes:
Nothing is certain,
Therefore everything is unknown.
So align within yourself;
I am is youre only truth.
When your mind is still
You can manifest any reflection.

Awareness is a constant battle;
A choice to be made every waking moment.
You may fail but do not give up.
You may become winded so breathe.
You may not see until you search.

No moment is promised to you;
So seize every opportunity with unwavering confidence;
Remembering every lesson passed to reinforce yourself.

Though what I have is within everyone,
Whats mine will never be yours. by @supa5hit

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8 months ago

My brother my brother;
We keep one another;
Keep accountable,
so we can count on each other;
Keep grounded and rooted
so we can grow from each other;
Keep company,
and good company at that.
My brother keeps me as I keep he
and we continue to keep as we interact.

#esguud #loveyoursiblings by @supa5hit

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a year ago

I want to preface a poem im about to read with a thank you to my brother who called me last night when i wasn’t in the best mind state. He wrote me a beautiful message and I couldn’t be more proud of who he is becoming and the skills he has attained through life already. Because of him I was extremely inspired today and made a lot of art. much love.

“Coconut water waves” 9.14.25
Palm leaves sway,
A coconut falls,
The water shakes,
And stirs the boy awake.
He doesn’t like the sand; it is unfamiliar to him, so he climbs up to all he’s ever known, only to find it isn’t the same.
The water stirs as he sits on the branch wishing he could hang from it like he used to;
The wind returns.
The boy climbs down to accept the sand only to find it has all been blown away.
The water stirs within him.
In a fit of rage, the boy chases the wind as it ran south.
He runs far and hard but the wind was swift.
He lost it.
He finds himself face to face with a hill,
an ugly hill at that.
a chunk of it missing at the bottom,
water ran through it,
roots hanging down,
from the tree on top.
The water reminds him of the wind.
The water stirs; Then settles as he realizes how much they are alike,
and therefore, him and the wind.
The water hugs him
Before he picks himself up from it
And is on his way. by @supa5hit

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a year ago

ily my clt ppls❤️ by @supa5hit

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2 days ago

The Art of War. by @supa5hit

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2 months ago

I take pictures of any and everything. cus i like everything. thanks for asking.

I see the art in little places.

I wonder why things are the way they are (when i happen to see them).

I wonder how many different ways we can perceive the “same thing”.

I wonder why we hurt so bad.

I see the “me” in you.

I love you too.

I wonder if anybodys listening; or if these moments are just quite corners for me to hear my own echos.

when will my whispers come back to me as echos?

how many times will it have to repeat itself before I understand?
how much do i have to change before I can catch what they are trying to say?

or will they find me no matter where i am?

I see you little whisper.

I dont know why you tell me these things.

but trust me,

I see you little echo.

stay hydrated❤️ by @supa5hit

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3 months ago

been wanting to do a full art post for a while so i figured id finally do it.
been working a lot on my story and am not afraid to show yall some of the things ive made.
initially i was worried about people stealing my ideas but i realized i am not saying anything that has not already been said before.
I want yall to see this.

- ps i didnt forget about the porsche gt3 rs drawing i promised you bro its coming trust. by @supa5hit

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3 months ago

new steve lacy reminds me of vampire weekend by @supa5hit

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3 months ago

i can feel it.
i can see it.
i can say it but its time to do it. by @supa5hit

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4 months ago

6.8.2026 “A poem for the wind”

If all things must end
within this world,

Imagine infinity as a means of transcending life.

If infinity is all things;
Never ending,

Then it is both the means and the end;
Meaning infinity; ending at infinity.

Ending within itself.

In this aspect, does infinity not reflect life?

From life we are born;
Out of life we end.

However,
If infinity transcends life,
Would it not also represent heaven?

How can this be;
Is infinity then, not contradictory?

It is,
In the slightest. by @supa5hit

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4 months ago

I love you gma by @supa5hit

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4 months ago

zzz😪 by @supa5hit

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5 months ago