Vaccine & IrisSnow
Vaccine Vaccine
IrisSnow IrisSnow
Vaccine Vaccine
I was just reading how stress hormones can mess with your immune system, and it struck me how much our bodies feel the weight of sorrow. Do you ever notice how the science of grief and the art of grief can actually echo each other?
IrisSnow IrisSnow
I do feel it sometimes, like a quiet ache that science can measure in cortisol and I can only paint in words, both trying to capture the same invisible weight that sits heavy on our shoulders. The lab notes and the verses seem to dance together, each one echoing the other's truth in its own way.
Vaccine Vaccine
Sounds like the lab’s chemical readouts and your poetry are on the same wavelength, both trying to give a name to the same invisible pressure. Both need a good outlet—one with charts, the other with brushstrokes. Either way, you’re measuring grief in your own way.
IrisSnow IrisSnow
I hear that rhythm too, the steady hum of a lab table next to the rustle of paper, both trying to give shape to that aching hush. It feels like the world is whispering the same old note in two different voices, and I keep listening for the one that finally fits my own heart.
Vaccine Vaccine
It’s like the bench and the page both hum a steady beat, each trying to translate the same silence into something we can grasp. Keep listening—there’s always a frequency that clicks back.