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🚀 Space Transmission: Return to Lucky Garden 🪐

  Greetings, fellow space travelers and loyal listeners! It’s your cosmic host, Shachem Lieuw , beaming straight into your orbit from our tropical home base. 👽🌴 If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know Lucky Garden —located on the Indira Gandhiweg in Suriname, not far from HHS (Henry Hassankhan Middelbare School) —isn't a new feature in our space transmissions. But it has been quite a long time since my last touchdown there. Change happens over time, but witnessing that evolution after a long period of withdrawal can be entirely impressive. 🍜 The Alien Landing: Upgrades at Lucky Garden I stepped through the sliding doors like a hungry alien 🛸, and I was genuinely shocked to discover a brand-new bubble tea section that also serves an array of desserts and ice creams! Here is what went down during this mission: The Main Course: I secured a plate of their classic Hong Kong tjauwmin . (Let's be real: Chinese food in Suriname just hits different and is wil...

The Prophet of Parting

 

The Prophet of Parting 🌑🕯️

" The Prophet of Parting"


I am the architect of my own mourning; I see the cracks before the hammer falls. While you are busy weaving lies like lace, I am already painting shadows on the walls.

I have the gift—or perhaps the bitter curse— To see your next move printed in your eyes. I watch you rehearse the scripts of your betrayal, and I smile at the familiar rhythm of your lies. 🎭

You think you’re clever, hiding all the cards, while I am reading the reflection in the glass. I see the exit sign you’ve started looking for, and I step aside to let your shadow pass.

But here is the sting, the quiet, jagged edge: I love you still, though I see the coming end. I pour the wine and let the candle burn, watching the very heart I gave you start to bend. ❤️‍🔥

One by one, I cut the silver cords, so quietly, you never feel the fray. I loosen the knots you thought were tied for life, so you can drift, unburdened, on your way.

But I leave a trail of crumbs along the floor— A look, a word, a truth I shouldn’t know. A hint that I was standing in the light, watching you play your games down in the low. 🗝️

And as you walk away, a free and guilty man, the silence of my knowing starts to bloom. You’ll realize I saw the knife behind your back, and still, I made you dinner in the room.

The torment isn't mine; I’ve lived the end, I’ve grieved the loss before you even left. The guilt is yours—to know I saw it all, and loved you through the center of your theft. 🕊️🌑


A Message from Storytime Productions 🎬✨

Hello, beautiful souls! It’s Shachem Lieuw here from Storytime Productions.

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