Sunspots

“I always hold the stare / just one moment / too long.” There it is.

I love the peach — “bruising easily / ready before / you think.” An image carrying vulnerability, desire... and danger.

Then the sunspot becomes the person: something beautiful you cannot stop seeing, even when you bloody want your sight back.

Tender! Restless! Aching! I'M SUBSCRIBING!

I write at The Reflective State, meandering through reflection, humour, travel, history and fiction. If curiosity brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.

thank you! i’ll check it out

Great work

thanks for the support lawrence!

You're welcome. My pleasure

Beautiful as always, Lila. charming and heavy with emotion at the same time.

thanks so much <3

I love this. It reminded me of a song I used to listen to called Staring at the Sun. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. 🤍

thank you! <3

Gathering the Pieces of Me

Jul 27

This was so beautiful. And your art is just so stunning. 🥰

you’re very kind! thank you : )

So much feeling in this. I love it. When I listened to your voiceover, I thought you sounded a lot like me, which was eerie and fascinating. 😊

thank you! and cool, but also eerie! haha

“I always hold the stare / just one moment too long” pulled me in immediately. The sunspot becomes such a precise image for attraction here—something bright enough to command the whole field of vision, even when part of you wants your sight back. The ending feels less like forgetting someone than trying to recover the world around them.

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