IDK, the world doesn’t care about any of us. It just keep rolling along. Don’t you think it is up to us to care about feelings? About the feelings of others, about how we relate to the world, all life, and the people who inhabit it? In this sense, you are not a “glitch” but an integral part of everything around you.

I realize this is one part of a larger story (Chapter 17) and I have not as yet read all the chapters, so my comment may be way off base. If so forgive me. But I personally think we all are like stones cast on calm water and the ripples we leave affect the world around us. So, we are all “glitches”. Besides, Amethyste as a crystal is a warm calming stone so those feelings may be some warmth cast into this cold, cold, cold world.

Thanks for your chapter, hope I didn’t over step.
-Curt

Only a human cares about other human feelings. We make our own distracted universe. But it is isolated.

This is sweet with a touch of trouble. “Red Dress” Nice

Hi Curt,

I really enjoyed this – it has such a dreamy, floating quality, I love how it moves from the soft, floating imagery of dreams into the sudden jolt of reality. “And then you said,” ‘Hi.’” The image of a dream as “fire in a red dress dancing barefoot” is striking and memorable. It feels like a brief, beautiful moment where fantasy and reality touch. Dreams inspire me. This piece resonates with me

This is somewhat like Déjà vu to me. Something kind of jolts you, but in a way, you’ve felt it before.

Beautifully penned, Curt. Amazing write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you, Damian, for your wonderful comment, your visit, and your ‘welcome’ to SR. I am glad to be here. As I get more acclimated to the site, I will do a lot more reading. Reading some of your creations is near the top of the Read List.
Thanks again,
-Curt

you are a master writer so full of passion makes me long to know you ❤️

Raw and unforgettable, this poem is an unfiltered outpouring of a messy, deeply-felt heartbreak.

Grief, love, and memory twist together like the cube itself, and the striking imagery -from the “petrol pirouette” to the painful truth that “yellow bleeding into orange doesn’t always promise a sunset” perfectly captures that internal chaos.

The frustration of the Rubik’s Cube beautifully reflects the struggle to reconcile a beautiful memory with the painful reality of loss and betrayal.

I love it. It’s brilliant and beautifully written.

Dein Gedicht gefällt mir sehr gut, lieber Daniel! I like the use of opposites and your beautiful imagery. And I absolutely agree with your last line. Very well penned!