I love the far away and the mirage, the unreachable dreams that dance on the horizon. I am drawn to the deep, the turbulent torrents, and the desolate deserts. My soul is filled with a beautiful madness, a fire that burns bright in the darkness. I raise my madness like a beacon, guiding me through the blackest of nights. I am not afraid to feel the rain, the blood, and the songs on my lips. I embrace the chaos, the rawness of life, and I reject pious intentions and false comforts. No one can dictate my path, no one can … Continue reading From far away

— In the shadowy depths of the mind, where chains are forged not of iron but of thought, lies the most insidious form of bondage: mental slavery. It is a prison without walls, a cage without bars, where the captives walk freely, unaware of the shackles that bind their souls. This slavery is a master of deception, cloaking itself in the guise of liberty, whispering sweet lies of autonomy and choice. Under its spell, the oppressed become the unwitting defenders of their own subjugation. They trust, love, and even revere their oppressors, seeing them not as the architects of their … Continue reading Mental slavery is the worst form of slavery. It gives you the illusion of freedom, makes you trust, love, and defend your oppressor while making an enemy of those who are trying to free you or open your eyes.