The cry of the foreknown
Swimming through
traded thoughts
Cumulatively collated
traded thoughts
Cumulatively collated
On the sit of sanity
Turned suspicious contraband
Hey Soldier!
She served him the twist
“The salted macaroni”
Not your buttered rice
Once tried selling
First buyer wanted all
Without a plea for discount
Throwback captured
moments in seconds
Business rebrands
moments in seconds
Business rebrands
“an abandoned cry for a dry”
Fresh water breathe
through my hair–
Soonest dancing fire
through my hair–
Soonest dancing fire
“for blue hearts only”
And the queen
will say to her king;
will say to her king;
Not so long ago,
Your rice was forbidden.
And he chose her.
And he chose her.
And his replied would be…
..He did well!
The Story Vault
Unlocked From The Archive
This writing was originally created during the early years of my creative journey and has now been carefully preserved inside The Story Vault. Every poem, reflection, and story in this collection represents a chapter in the evolution of my artistic practice—revealing how words, experiences, and imagination gradually transformed into the artworks, craft pieces, and sustainable creations that define The Craft Thriller today.