Exploded Seeds.

A thousand exploded seeds.

Patiently existing in the stillness of the moment.

Against a blank canvas of white.

Different tones of brown with missing pieces

And all torn apart

Throughout their life.

With their individual tears, rough edges and


Dressing them up on the shell

Like a statement of fashion and pride.

Showing everyone that they have lived fully and


To me,

They were more than just seeds that can

No longer grow.

They were like hearts split in halves.

Bleeding their life story to any soul willing to look and listen.


Not whole.

But not waiting to be fixed.

Merely existing and waiting for some sort of


Learning to be beautiful in an incomplete way.

Like us humans.



(Inspired by my visit to SAM’s Unearth exhibition.)


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