Month: December 2023

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At 3:13 am

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At 3:13 am on that fateful December night, love came to me in all its glory and splendor. It was a love that knew no bounds, a love that defied all logic and reason. I loved bluntly, with a passion that burned like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. For me, love was not just a feeling, but a physical sensation, a union of the vertebrae and the conjunction of the knees. It was saucy and beautiful, an overdose of courage that allowed me to love without judgment, without rules or restrictions. I loved the looks, the moonlight, the … Continue reading At 3:13 am

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Our very essence

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From the moment we emerge from the cocoon of the womb, our bodies begin their slow dance of disintegration, a delicate unraveling of molecules and bonds. It’s a process we hardly notice, as growth and decay intertwine in a delicate equilibrium. In the realm of chemistry, it is known as entropy, a constant disorganization of our very essence. And yet, amidst this unraveling, we continue to expand and thrive, a delicate balance upheld. In the language of biology, it’s called homeostasis, and in the world of physics, it’s equilibrium. But to us, it’s simply life—being alive, being built up and … Continue reading Our very essence

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I wish you …

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where the crackling of a cozy fire fills the air, casting a warm glow that banishes the chill of the night. But above all, when the world is blanketed in a soft embrace of snowflakes, I wish for you something more profound, more enduring—I wish you love. Love that wraps around you like a soft, comforting blanket, shielding you from the harshness of the world. Love that dance in the flickering flames, casting a gentle radiance that warms the soul. Love that weave through the hushed whispers of the falling snow, a timeless melody that speaks of tenderness and compassion. … Continue reading I wish you …

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The voices of the excluded

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Do you know what haunts me, what lingers in the shadows of my mind, and what I long to share with you? It is not the cold, impersonal statistics that weigh heavy on my heart, but the intangible echoes of human emotion that have passed through here. The sighs of vulnerability, the quiet whispers of fear, and the silent pleas for solace, they were in the thousands among the one hundred thousand. Each one a soul, a story, a life caught in a moment of profound vulnerability. I am haunted by the tears that have fallen, their unspoken sorrows and … Continue reading The voices of the excluded

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Death

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I, who am always silent, come to you today with a message that echoes through the ages. I walk by your side, a constant companion, yet you turn away, refusing to acknowledge my presence. I bring meaning to life, a reminder of its fleeting nature, but you choose to ignore my significance. In the depths of despair, I offer solace to those who suffer, yet you resist, clinging to the illusion of immortality. In your folly, you plead for reprieve from the consequences of your excesses, laying blame at my feet for the inevitable. I transcend your beliefs, your societal … Continue reading Death

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Rain

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In the midst of the relentless rain and the persistent tapping of the wind against my window, I find myself drawn to the act of writing. The rain, with its gentle pitter-patter, has always held a mysterious allure for me. It stirs something within my soul, coaxing out words that have long been dormant, waiting to be released. Perhaps it is the way the rain and the silence intertwine, creating a symphony of their own. A melody that speaks in whispers, carrying secrets and stories within its gentle cadence. Or perhaps it is the realization that the rain falls not … Continue reading Rain

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This body

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Within this vessel of flesh and bone resides the celestial dance of the cosmos. Here, in this mortal frame, the sun and the moon converge, casting their light upon the tapestry of existence. The stars twinkle within the depths of these eyes, mirroring the boundless expanse of the universe. The ebb and flow of the oceans pulse within these veins, a rhythm that echoes the heartbeat of creation itself. In the sanctum of this being, joy weaves its radiant tapestries, casting hues of elation across the canvas of experience. Yet, it coexists with loneliness, a silent companion that whispers in … Continue reading This body

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Peace & Love

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In the shattered echoes of the world’s conscience, I never thought I’d witness the day when the sanctity of life would be so callously disregarded. A day where the hallowed halls of hospitals, the fragile sanctuaries of refugee camps, and the sacred spaces of worship would be violated by the horrors of war. I never thought I’d witness the day where the innocent, the most vulnerable, are left to perish in the crucible of conflict, where the perpetrators of such atrocities cloak themselves in the guise of righteousness. I stand witness to the unfathomable, where the cries of babies in … Continue reading Peace & Love

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Your name

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I long to fill my mouth with your name, to savor the syllables that make up the core of your existence. To roll each letter on my tongue, relishing the sweetness of your name as it glides across my lips like a melody. Your name, a whispered prayer that lingers in the air, a symphony of sounds that harmonizes with the beat of my heart. Your name, a tapestry of emotions woven into each letter, a sacred incantation that conjures memories and dreams. I long to hold it on my breath, to release it into the world like a secret … Continue reading Your name

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The meaning of our existence

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Perhaps the essence of our existence lies not in the act of dying, but in the contemplation of how to depart, how to bid farewell to a life that feels fragmented, incomplete. How do we relinquish our presence when we have never truly inhabited our own lives? How do we depart when we have never learned to linger, to truly be? Our identity is a delicate web of perceptions woven from the memories we cling to, a patchwork of experiences and emotions that ebb and flow at the whim of circumstance. We define ourselves by what we hold dear, what … Continue reading The meaning of our existence