The Portfolio
Salt on the wind, panache in heart, some souls don't lift until the heat gives them their start.
Friends dont lie
What happens when the world stops kneading you?
Through bread he manifests, through music he becometh.
The birds sing breadless, we listen breadbound.
Let go of the map. Conquer the bagel. Be shaped by fire, not direction.
He's blind not to bread, but the hunger that made it sacred.
One sought the comfort of baguette, the other the undoing of his kind. Hunger doesn't make the beast, it reveals them.
Birds are chirping, sun is shining, a careful shmear - Peace.
Cars are honking, alarm is skipped, a rushed toast - Chaos.
Beware of what holds you gently because it may never let you go. Oh pain.
Cradle your beginning for it will cradle you; the burden of gravity is proof of your rise.
Don't just join the circle, bring in joy and give it a reason to spin.
Blue yourself once, they laugh. Blue yourself twice, now they listen.
A million miles away, power ferments in darkness but then devours the oven.
It is said when Josh wept, even the bread softened.
Man who becomes pancake feeds all, satisfies none.
Find out where the best jam is made alone in a quiet kitchen with a loud heart.
After all sometimes the best parts of life are the ones others throw away.
Trial the mess of ambition, as its often a better spread than the pristine chaos of obscurity.
He's not lost -- he's just on a slow, buttery journey inward to discover himself.
While some melt under pressure, those who remain unapologetically golden can reach nirvana.
Halfway to existential dread and regret, covered in sweat, remember that indifference, too, can hold a quiet grace.
