Artwork by  Stratica as part of experimental pieces.

A bit of personal writing of recent reflections of myself:

For all your skill, and for all your intuition
there's a piece of the game missing that you cannot feel.
It's not a rule you don't understand, nor knowledge of a reason on why people play
but a feeling that wraps everything together...

As your hands touch those hearts you can't help by ask
is your touch genuine, or a facade?
Do you actually connect with these hearts,
or are they just your playing pieces?

You feel yourself an imposter, someone who doesn't care
and yet you struggle under the weight of too many hearts.