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Nothing …

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Not even religion can fathom the depths of men’s sins, nor can belief grasp the unraveling of society. In this world, everything is power, and nothing seems to quench the thirst for fulfillment. What then, is the equilibrium of our existence? Can time be hastened, or are we permitted to construct illusions to shield us from reality? What is the extent of our adaptability? Do we learn and evolve each day, or do we remain stagnant, oblivious to the world around us? Are we malleable beings or mere apprentices to fate? Are we creatures of reason or slaves to emotion? … Continue reading Nothing …

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Unlove me …

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Unlove me, for I am but a silent and fragile wanderer, lost among the autumn leaves, feeling the weight of the world in each raindrop that falls. These words, they cut and choke, blinding my eyes in windows that reflect a weariness with the world. Disarm me with your smiles, unlove me for the shameful mistakes that stain my soul. Let the sunsets and goodbyes bleed me, as I leave home and forget about the promise of spring. For I am dying of love, suffocating under its weight. Unlove me, release me from the chains of affection that bind me, … Continue reading Unlove me …

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I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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I am aware of the many ways to die, the darkness that can consume us whole. But in the depths of despair, I am more aware of the light, the hope that shines through the cracks. I have known the falling, the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I am also aware of the flight, the freedom that comes with soaring above it all. I have tasted the lows, the bitter taste of defeat, but I have also tasted the highs, the sweet nectar of victory. I am aware of the scars that run deep within my heart, … Continue reading I am aware of it, the very many ways to die …

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Miracles …

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In the quiet chambers of my soul, I am but a witness to the unfolding tapestry of miracles. Each breath that graces my being, a wondrous gift of life, a miracle in its own right. The beating of my heart, an intricate rhythm orchestrated by forces beyond comprehension, a miracle that sustains me through the ebb and flow of existence. I am but a humble traveler, navigating the labyrinth of time and space, guided by the constellations of miracles that illuminate my path. In the gentle caress of the morning sun, in the whispered secrets of the wind, and in … Continue reading Miracles …

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Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love

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Love is a complex dance, a symphony of emotions and experiences woven into the fabric of our lives. Some excel at the art of being in love, reveling in the romantic allure that captivates the heart. It’s the intoxicating rush of passion, the tender moments entwined in sheets, the laughter, and the endless conversations that flow effortlessly. This phase is a showcase of the best sides of both individuals, a time when separation feels unbearable, and the world seems to revolve around the other person. Yet, love truly begins when the initial excitement wanes, when the realities of life cast … Continue reading Some people are good at being in love. Some people are good at love

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The invitation

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Love beckons us to surrender everything, to shed our shields and defenses, and to enter a realm where loss becomes gain. What kind of invitation is this? Who would willingly embrace such uncertainty, relinquishing their beliefs, accomplishments, and the very essence of self that they have meticulously crafted? To release our ideas, our spiritual superstitions, and our guarded constructs is a daunting prospect. It means dismantling the walls we’ve built around our hearts, abandoning our fantasies of completion, and shedding the illusions of permanence and solidity. It’s a terrifying plunge into the unknown depths of the beloved’s embrace. Only a … Continue reading The invitation

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Spinning, spinning …

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The world I hold dear whirls in a frenzied dance, spinning so swiftly that all I can do is fling words into its maelstrom. I cast them like seeds to the wind, hoping they will bloom into vibrant pictures, intricate drawings, and resonant poetry. In this dizzying whirl, I aim to capture the essence of life in the delicate brushstrokes of language. I seek to transmute the chaos into a tapestry of vivid imagery, a gallery of emotions, and a symphony of verse. With each word I cast, I yearn to paint landscapes of the mind, to sketch portraits of … Continue reading Spinning, spinning …

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Gateway …

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Writing is like a gateway drug, a portal to a world of life-altering passion. With every word we pen, we feel the rush of emotion coursing through our veins. We become addicted to the feeling, the rush of adrenaline that comes with putting pen to paper. As we write, we explore the deepest corners of our souls, excavating the rawest emotions and laying them bare for the world to see. We become intoxicated with the power of words, the way they can evoke feelings of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. And then, we have to have it. We become … Continue reading Gateway …

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The art of encounter …

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Have you ever paused to ponder the paths we cross before we finally meet the ones we are meant to love or learn from? The idea of fate may not always sit well with us, but there is a certain intrigue in the notion that some people are destined to be a part of our lives. Perhaps we have brushed shoulders with them on a crowded street or shared a fleeting glance in a bustling café. Maybe we have stood beside them in a concert crowd or passed them on a winding mountain trail. These chance encounters may seem insignificant … Continue reading The art of encounter …

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Simple things that nurture me …

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As the years unfurl before me, I come to realize that it is not the grandiose or the extraordinary that truly sustains us, but the simple, everyday blessings that weave the fabric of our lives. It is in these unassuming moments that we find the most profound reasons for gratitude. The gentle caress of the pure air as it fills our lungs, the silent strength that allows us to draw breath after breath, and the comfort of a warm and welcoming shelter. It is the embrace of our loved ones, the laughter that fills our homes, and the nourishment of … Continue reading Simple things that nurture me …