➳❀➳ 🌷 ➳❀➳❀──•—🌿 𝒯𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐻𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒶 🌿—•──❀Her name was Helena, which means “shining light,” and perhaps that is why she enjoyed spending sunny mornings in her field of yellow tulips. Helena imagined the sun as a painter reflecting the yellow color of its rays on the tulips, which were actually white. She had no proof, but she had no doubts about this theory either; in fact, she would dare to discuss it with anyone.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────▀▄▀▄▀▄ 🄸 🅃🄷🄾🅄🄶🄷🅃 🄸 🅆🄰🅂 🄾🄽 🄼🅄🅃🄴 ▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▶───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────𝔽𝕆ℝ𝔹𝕀𝔻𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝕎ℍ𝕀𝕊ℙ𝔼ℝYears ago, everything became monitored. Every word we speak, every expression, the messages we send, what we write on our networks—everything, everything is monitored in some way. And any day now, when they achieve it, they will monitor each of our thoughts as well. Everything we say is monitored by an artificial intelligence that classifies who we are and how we think.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───6 June 2025, @mariannewest's Freewrite Writing Prompt Day 2759: theorist ▶ ─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ────── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───I theorize, I theorize daily, my day to day is a constant theory, I theorize about everything and for everything. I theorize about the finiteness of my existence, and with the scarpel of uncertainty I dismember in a mental operating room every part and limb of my thoughts. In those cuts and sutures between thoughts and theories, I see the scars of theories excised from the past.

✦•·····················•✦𝓢𝓞𝓛𝓔𝓓𝓐𝓓 𝓨 𝓢𝓘𝓛𝓔𝓝𝓒𝓘𝓞✦•·····················•✦Es el silencio, es el silencio quien nos enfrenta a nuestro verdadero yo, a nosotros mismos, es el silencio, el silencio que viene acompañado con la soledad. Y la soledad no es solo la ausencia, y la soledad no es solo el silencio. En el silencio de mi soledad llegan a luchar contra mi ser los pensamientos, pensamientos que llegan sin permiso y anidan en mí. Mi encuentro personal, mi cita a la hora del té conmigo mismo sin distracciones, mis recuerdos cobran vida, espectros de fantasmas y emociones que se despliegan de la nubosidad que me sostiene. Escucho en este silencio lo que la mayoría de los días ignoro: mis verdades las guardo, los sueños los pongo en pausa, que esperen mis miedos por mí, no estoy sometido a ellos.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✺ ⋅.} ────── ⊰“𝐼 𝒞𝒜𝒩'𝒯 𝑅𝐸𝐿𝒜𝒯𝐸”I can't and don't want to relate to the calm that other people find in their daily routine, because when I feel that routine taking over my days, I just want to breathe deeply, but I see how the air seems unwilling to fill the void left by the hours. I observe and admire those who have found the peace I long for in my life in their daily lives, the lives of those who have familiar noises and commotion at dinner, and then my mind wonders when I lost all that, when I became detached, distanced from being happy with the simple and everyday, mundane joy of living with no more setbacks than life itself.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✺ ⋅.} ────── ⊰𝐸𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝑒𝓋𝑒El Instinto que me mueve. Es esa energía central y esencial en el medio de mi pecho, lo que mueve mis músculos uno tras otro y lo que hace que mi sangre fluya por mi cuerpo. Es esa fuerza la que yo llamo instinto, instinto primario. Gracias a mi instinto soy yo, y soy capaz de tomar las decisiones, decisiones que me han influenciado y me han creado en cada paso que doy a mi destino, por muy incierto que el futuro resuene en el reloj y entre sus manecillas.