` Unheard`
I spend countless moments scrolling the depths of my thoughts, not to find, but to feel. Searching for that strange orchard of the unheard, where the voices bloom with no fanfare. No algorithmic applause.
Just a handful of words, spilled like morning light across a cracked table. They don’t ask to be seen. They ask to be sat with.
And I do.
I sit.
I let them breathe.
Let them press against the silence I carry.
Some of these words,
they write like they’ve been holding their breath for years.
And when they exhale,
it’s not performance.
It’s permission.
To ache.
To remember.
To be heard without being fixed.
So I keep writing.
Not for the crowd.
Not for the climb.
But for the one stranger
who might find my words
and feel less alone
in the quiet they’ve been surviving.
—J N M
3 Sept 25
Artist Credits © J N M
“unheard ”
Digital Art W/ Painterly Effect
Charcoal on rice paper
Year: 2025
Source : ™a Mind's Eye
Just a handful of words, spilled like morning light across a cracked table. They don’t ask to be seen. They ask to be sat with.
And I do.
I sit.
I let them breathe.
Let them press against the silence I carry.
Some of these words,
they write like they’ve been holding their breath for years.
And when they exhale,
it’s not performance.
It’s permission.
To ache.
To remember.
To be heard without being fixed.
So I keep writing.
Not for the crowd.
Not for the climb.
But for the one stranger
who might find my words
and feel less alone
in the quiet they’ve been surviving.
—J N M
3 Sept 25
Artist Credits © J N M
“unheard ”
Digital Art W/ Painterly Effect
Charcoal on rice paper
Year: 2025
Source : ™a Mind's Eye
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