”When time and distance stand between”
Original DDE™ art: “Heart’s Confession” by: rob kistner © 1/19/26
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Mist drifted through the old orchard as Jeremy observed his breaths, each one a heartfelt apology lifting from his chest. He believed memory lived in the soil, that every footstep conjured the past. Tonight he walked barefoot, letting cold earth speak. Near the center row of trees, he buried a jar of confessions, folded slips of regret, folded prayers.
The moon hovered like a listening ear. He knelt and murmured, “bury me with the lies I’ve told”. The sentence floated upward, a fragile moth of sound — carried on his breath. Jeremy felt lighter, as if truth were not a blade but a doorway. Wind threaded the branches, braiding silver through leaves.
He imagined his future self finding this relique, smiling bittersweetly at the memories. Forgiveness, he decided, was a season, not an event — something that ripened slowly. Fruit after frost, waiting to be gathered.
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rob kistner © 1/15/26