not healed, just pain(t)
by maenadart
i stopped chasing healing healing became another word for obedience for silencing the scream, for shrinking into shape i’ve always felt joy in peaks, pain in the pits i dance on sidewalks at sunrise and cry on the same stones by nightfall sometimes i curse, loud and holy madness is not my fall it’s my rite they broke me because i couldn’t break them and now… i love every shattered piece of me, every drop of blood that bloomed from the cracks Tools & Technique: Created in June, 2025 using Procreate with ink and watercolor brushes, layered over digital canvas textures to mimic traditional media and express inner turmoil.
- Chain
- TEZOS
- Network
- Tezos
- Contract
- KT1SNa3JFzpJwFNCChJtELh9htCJ1fQFBECN
- Token ID
- 47
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