they’ll remember your brush, the way you painted meaning onto ordinary days, turning silence into symphonies and light into poetry. the way you collected worlds like others collect stamps, music, colors, words, each one a new universe you made your own. they’ll remember your restless hands that could never stop creating, your eyes that found art in cracks and corners. you were the one who taught them that life itself is a canvas and in their memory you’re not a name, you’re the signature they still search for at the bottom of every beautiful thing.
ᩘ♡ : dear doecis
August 23, 2026 70 3
