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Prayer for my ego

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In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light, I awaken with a fervent prayer etched upon my soul. Today, let my heart be a sanctuary of kindness, a wellspring of compassion that flows freely to all who cross my path. May my spirit stand unwavering, a bastion of courage in the face of adversity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. Let my mind be a tempest of ferocity, not for selfish gain, but for the relentless pursuit of love and understanding. With each breath, may I weave a tapestry of empathy and benevolence, casting aside the shadows … Continue reading Prayer for my ego

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When he leaves …

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In the quiet aftermath of his departure, a storm of emotions rages within you. The ache of his absence echoes through the hollow chambers of your heart, reverberating with a poignant intensity that threatens to consume you whole. You find solace in the darkness of the night, as you rock yourself to sleep, seeking refuge in dreams that offer fleeting respite from the harsh reality of his departure. Memories, like ghosts, haunt your waking hours, whispering of shared moments and unfulfilled promises. Each recollection is a double-edged sword, cutting deep into the tender fabric of your soul. Questions swirl in … Continue reading When he leaves …

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Home III

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Home is not just a place; it’s a sanctuary where the heart finds solace and the soul finds peace. It’s the embrace of familiarity, the warmth of belonging, and the echo of laughter that lingers in the air. Home is where memories dance like fireflies on a summer night, illuminating the darkness with their gentle glow. In the tapestry of life, home is the thread that weaves through our experiences, binding us to our roots and grounding us in a world that is ever-changing. It’s the refuge we seek in times of joy and sorrow, the haven where we can … Continue reading Home III

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Shelter

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Child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? You see, people are not like bricks and mortar, sturdy and unchanging. They are like rivers, constantly flowing and evolving. No matter how much love and care you pour into someone, they will never be a permanent shelter for your soul. Your home, dear child, does have a heartbeat. But it is not found in the chests of others. It is nestled deep within your own being, waiting for you to discover it. It is the rhythm of your own breath, the pulse of your … Continue reading Shelter

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Clouds

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They are the clouds, drifting lazily across the sky, painting it with their soft hues of white and gray. They carry my daydreams from north to south, whispering secrets of the heavens as they pass by. They hide my sun, casting shadows that dance across the earth, creating a sense of mystery and wonder. As they close my horizon, I am enveloped in their embrace, feeling their cool touch against my skin. They awaken my storms, stirring up emotions deep within me, causing a tempest to rage in my heart. But how shy they are, only carrying torrents of rain … Continue reading Clouds

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Hunger

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Dizziness from hunger is a cruel and relentless foe, far more insidious than the fleeting effects of alcohol. The disorienting waves of lightheadedness that crash over us when our bodies cry out for sustenance are not easily dismissed. They gnaw at our very core, leaving us weak and trembling in their wake. Unlike the carefree and jovial dizziness induced by alcohol, hunger-induced dizziness is a stark reminder of our primal need for nourishment. It is a reminder that we are not invincible, that we are bound by the limitations of our physical bodies. It is a reminder that we are … Continue reading Hunger

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Curtains

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As breathless curtains stir in the gentle breeze, the melodies of the singing tree fill the air with a symphony of nature’s song. The smell of old rain lingers, a reminder of past storms that have washed away the worries of yesterday. I drift, carried away on a raft made of yesterdays, floating effortlessly on the sea of memories. My mind wanders, lost in dreams of what once was and what could be. The world around me fades away as I surrender to the tranquility of the moment. The waves gently rock me, lulling me into a state of pure … Continue reading Curtains

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Dance of life

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In the delicate dance of existence, I am the essence of life encapsulated in this finite form. Within these modest confines, my purpose unfolds through the harmonious interplay of speaking and listening. Every gesture, every heartbeat, resonates with the profound symphony of love woven into my very being, entwined with flesh and bones. I am the embodiment of humanity’s daring spirit, embracing the inevitability of mistakes and sins, yet standing resolute in the face of adversity. Like the ever-changing phases of the moon, I too experience moments of fullness, brimming with a love that defines me, reflected in the myriad … Continue reading Dance of life

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Tell me Life …

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Tell me, Life, how to escape the clutches of my own existence. Release me from this torment that consumes me with every passing moment. Sever the ties that bind me to you, Life. Transform me into something other than myself; a blissful state of unawareness, where I am free from the burdens of consciousness. Let me drift into the void, where I am shielded from the sorrow that has enveloped me. Erase my identity, but do not leave me adrift in this half-formed state. Grant me the simplicity of stones, the purity of animals, the distance of stars, or the … Continue reading Tell me Life …

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Piano

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Tell me, as wild as the wind that carries the haunting melody of the rapturous piano, can I ever dance again to the savage rhythm of this humanity song? The passages written along the castle walls tell of a love lost, a memory etched in the whispers of the wind. I listen to the notes coming unbound, soft, and tragic, flowing like an unfettered flag in the breeze. This thought, though it may be my last, is important to me. I long to be human once again, to feel the warmth of connection and love in this skin that feels … Continue reading Piano