A beautiful combination of some astonishing Haikus from 15 writers. thank you so much for everyone took part in this! <3
A time of reflection and a huge THANK YOU to all my Commaful friends and to @sydney for running the site.
Artworks by Nasser Ovissi and Mahnaz Pasikhani.
A really deep and symbolic story. You can find the breakdown post in the comments if you wish to view it.
An epiphany I had on dealing with my smoldering rage
You must bloom your own flower. The weight of black soil is too much for one to carry.
Things to remind yourself of when you make a mistake
If all the rivers flow to the sea, and all deliver souls in need, why the bicker, boil, and seethe, over someoneโs chosen creed?
Composition on what makes up makeup. Why do we have it? Why do you use it?
Beauty and age are a phase of the day. They fade with the passage of time.
Fall was a time of reflection and transformation, and the wind carried the Fairy Queen's words like a gentle melody.
Lost in the maze of life.. looking for answers..whispering to the river: why do I live?
Your body is a borrowed vessel from the Earth.
When you look in a mirror, are you your friend? Do you accept who you see?
A beautiful combination of some astonishing Haikus from 15 writers. thank you so much for everyone took part in this! <3
A time of reflection and a huge THANK YOU to all my Commaful friends and to @sydney for running the site.
Artworks by Nasser Ovissi and Mahnaz Pasikhani.
A really deep and symbolic story. You can find the breakdown post in the comments if you wish to view it.
An epiphany I had on dealing with my smoldering rage
You must bloom your own flower. The weight of black soil is too much for one to carry.
Things to remind yourself of when you make a mistake
If all the rivers flow to the sea, and all deliver souls in need, why the bicker, boil, and seethe, over someoneโs chosen creed?
Composition on what makes up makeup. Why do we have it? Why do you use it?
Beauty and age are a phase of the day. They fade with the passage of time.
Fall was a time of reflection and transformation, and the wind carried the Fairy Queen's words like a gentle melody.
Lost in the maze of life.. looking for answers..whispering to the river: why do I live?
Your body is a borrowed vessel from the Earth.
When you look in a mirror, are you your friend? Do you accept who you see?