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Anie
@anie #244950
2005 Follower 296 Following
Seeds of the Unseen
A hush lingers,
pregnant with what-could-be,
the air swollen with whispers
of unformed dawns.
Roots tangle with forgotten soil,
grasping for a promise
not yet spoken.
The earth sighs in its turning,
cradling the weight of becoming.
Time unspools—
a thread pulled taut
between the was and the will-be,
each moment, ŵqa spark
birthing itself into flame.
Petals unfurl in shadows,
soft as an unseen breath.
Not an end,
not a beginning—
just the dance of all things waking.
©️anie
A hush lingers,
pregnant with what-could-be,
the air swollen with whispers
of unformed dawns.
Roots tangle with forgotten soil,
grasping for a promise
not yet spoken.
The earth sighs in its turning,
cradling the weight of becoming.
Time unspools—
a thread pulled taut
between the was and the will-be,
each moment, ŵqa spark
birthing itself into flame.
Petals unfurl in shadows,
soft as an unseen breath.
Not an end,
not a beginning—
just the dance of all things waking.
©️anie
The first post of the year
How much have you made this year?🤭
How much have you made this year?🤭
Echoes of Becoming
Beneath the weight of unseen tides,
I unraveled,
threads of silence stitched with shadows,
folding into light.
A fractured hymn,
each note a question,
each pause a breath
that dared to linger.
Time, a shapeless sculptor,
wore my edges smooth,
chiseled pain into a quiet fire,
embers whispering truths unspoken.
In the gravity of absence,
I became whole.
In the chaos of falling,
I found the sky.
No beginning, no end—
only the pulse of existence,
the ceaseless hum of what I am
What I've become
©️anie
Beneath the weight of unseen tides,
I unraveled,
threads of silence stitched with shadows,
folding into light.
A fractured hymn,
each note a question,
each pause a breath
that dared to linger.
Time, a shapeless sculptor,
wore my edges smooth,
chiseled pain into a quiet fire,
embers whispering truths unspoken.
In the gravity of absence,
I became whole.
In the chaos of falling,
I found the sky.
No beginning, no end—
only the pulse of existence,
the ceaseless hum of what I am
What I've become
©️anie
Nothing to post about.....
I'm grateful to have survived till now
A new chapter awaits ✨️✨️
I'm grateful to have survived till now
A new chapter awaits ✨️✨️
The hat is on
The hat is firmly on even during the holidays 😌🎩
The Hat Stays On 😎
The Hat Stays On 😎
Threads Unseen
Love drifts like a feather caught in a breath—
weightless, wanting,
dancing on the edge of a hand
that can not close.
It whispers in languages unlearned,
its meaning only shadows,
its promise only air.
Life hums like a broken string,
the sound neither song nor silence.
Each step sinks into shifting ground,
each moment stitched by threads unseen,
fraying as fast as they form.
Death waits, not as an end,
but a mirror smeared with fog—
what lies beyond the glass?
It is both answer and question,
a door that neither opens
nor remains shut.
Together, they spiral,
a trinity of chaos and calm.
The heart beats its uncertain rhythm,
knowing only this:
to be is to fall
without knowing where.
©️anie
Love drifts like a feather caught in a breath—
weightless, wanting,
dancing on the edge of a hand
that can not close.
It whispers in languages unlearned,
its meaning only shadows,
its promise only air.
Life hums like a broken string,
the sound neither song nor silence.
Each step sinks into shifting ground,
each moment stitched by threads unseen,
fraying as fast as they form.
Death waits, not as an end,
but a mirror smeared with fog—
what lies beyond the glass?
It is both answer and question,
a door that neither opens
nor remains shut.
Together, they spiral,
a trinity of chaos and calm.
The heart beats its uncertain rhythm,
knowing only this:
to be is to fall
without knowing where.
©️anie
Eternal Echoes
Time bends,
shadows ripple like water.
A breath becomes a wave,
a wave becomes silence.
Gold threads tangle
in the fabric of night,
stars collapsing into whispers—
we are what remains.
The world hums beneath us,
its pulse both fleeting
and endless.
What it loses, it keeps.
Here, in the blur of light and dark,
we are memory—
not forgotten,
just waiting.
©️anie
Time bends,
shadows ripple like water.
A breath becomes a wave,
a wave becomes silence.
Gold threads tangle
in the fabric of night,
stars collapsing into whispers—
we are what remains.
The world hums beneath us,
its pulse both fleeting
and endless.
What it loses, it keeps.
Here, in the blur of light and dark,
we are memory—
not forgotten,
just waiting.
©️anie
Happy Sunday fam 💖
However you like it, the hat must stay on 🎩🤭😌
The hat is always on
Gn ❤️ 🎩🎩
Gn ❤️ 🎩🎩
I still get the job done though 😭😭
We must 😭
The hat stays on every single day
It's my identity 😎 🎩🎩🎩
It's my identity 😎 🎩🎩🎩
Whisper of Stillness
In the hush where the sky meets itself,
a river cradles the weight of stars,
its surface bare of names—
only the quiet ache of being whole.
The air hums, golden and unseen,
each breath a lullaby,
each moment soft as shadows
on the edge of dawn.
Peace is not conquest,
but surrender to what is—
a barefoot dance turning echoes to silence,
silence to home,
where the mind becomes sky,
holding nothing,
and in that nothing,
everything.
©️anie
In the hush where the sky meets itself,
a river cradles the weight of stars,
its surface bare of names—
only the quiet ache of being whole.
The air hums, golden and unseen,
each breath a lullaby,
each moment soft as shadows
on the edge of dawn.
Peace is not conquest,
but surrender to what is—
a barefoot dance turning echoes to silence,
silence to home,
where the mind becomes sky,
holding nothing,
and in that nothing,
everything.
©️anie
It's a lovely Wednesday
How is your Wednesday going?
How is your Wednesday going?
The hat stays on 🎩
It's tiring 😩
I'm still approachable tho 😒
The Roar Inside
A crimson thread snakes through the void,
knotted tight with the weight of words unsaid.
It hums like a storm, static sharp,
a pulse that gnaws at the edges of reason.
Shards of light shatter against the air,
fragments spinning like furious comets.
Every breath, a clawed ascent,
scraping against walls that will not yield.
The ground swells—
soft one moment, molten the next,
betraying the rhythm of a heart
too loud for silence, too wild for peace.
A scream curls in the throat of the wind,
its shape undefined, its edges raw.
It bends but does not break,
a shadow that eats its own reflection.
Here lies the ache of fire restrained,
the ache of rain that refuses to fall.
It whispers of release—
but holds its breath,
its fury coiled, waiting.
©️anie
A crimson thread snakes through the void,
knotted tight with the weight of words unsaid.
It hums like a storm, static sharp,
a pulse that gnaws at the edges of reason.
Shards of light shatter against the air,
fragments spinning like furious comets.
Every breath, a clawed ascent,
scraping against walls that will not yield.
The ground swells—
soft one moment, molten the next,
betraying the rhythm of a heart
too loud for silence, too wild for peace.
A scream curls in the throat of the wind,
its shape undefined, its edges raw.
It bends but does not break,
a shadow that eats its own reflection.
Here lies the ache of fire restrained,
the ache of rain that refuses to fall.
It whispers of release—
but holds its breath,
its fury coiled, waiting.
©️anie
Are you ready?
I was born ready 🤭
I was born ready 🤭
The hat 🎩 stays on💯
A hearty morning 🎩🎩
Purple Hat Fashionista
The hat stays on always
Purple Hat Fashionista
The hat stays on always
Purple Thursday 💜💜💜
Degen Thursday 💯
The hat stays on 🎩🎩🎩
Degen Thursday 💯
The hat stays on 🎩🎩🎩