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[theoakhousefairy]

Art always reveals something scary and uncomfortable within us. We use beautiful words and colourful themes to express the morbidity we long to express, yet instinctively hide.

It's similar to how smiles conceal pain, and how we disappear into the crowd while carrying the weight of being the centre of our own existence, never truly knowing who we are or what we really want.

[theoakhousefairy]

[theoakhousefairy]

We regret hurried hugs and unsaid apologies the most when a tomorrow stops showing up.

[theoakhousefairy]

​ The daily rush of metros, buses, and locals unites us in the simplest form. There is a dark solidarity in driving the wheels of civilization trapped together, existing like rats. Nothing more, nothing less.

[theoakhousefairy]

We all carry voids within us, quiet black holes that swallow everything in their path, letting no light escape. Yet what makes them sacred is that at their very center, our true existence remains preserved. Far from being empty space, these voids hold our essence, shaping the gravity of who we are.

[theoakhousefairy]

Going through heartbreak can be both a blessing and a tragedy, it all depends on the timing.