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Some days are so hard …

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And on some days, I break. The weight of the world bears down upon me, and I falter under the burden of my own existence. The cracks in my spirit widen, and I feel the pieces of my resolve crumbling beneath the relentless pressure. But on some days, I try again. I gather the fragments of my shattered spirit, and with trembling hands, I piece them back together. I summon the strength to rise from the ashes of my despair, to defy the darkness that threatens to consume me. And on those days, I find the courage to face the … Continue reading Some days are so hard …

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My home

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My home is not a mere place, not just bricks and mortar, but a yearning that resides deep within, obscured by the hustle and bustle of daily life. It is a longing that transcends physical boundaries and material possessions. My home is the people who fill my heart with warmth, love, and understanding. It is the laughter, the tears, the shared moments that weave the tapestry of my existence. My home is not confined to four walls, but it encompasses the vast expanse of life itself. It is the symphony of nature, the rustling leaves, the whispering winds, and the … Continue reading My home

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Gentle whisper of peace

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You are a gentle whisper in the breeze, untouched and pure, like gazing upon a tranquil wind caressing little trees and open landscapes. Your skin evokes the serenity of endless peace, stretching out for miles and miles, a boundless expanse that soothes the soul. I trust you as I trust the steadfast evergreens, rooted in their simplicity, like the unchanging horizons that stretch into eternity. In you, there resides a peculiar, barefoot beauty, forever in motion, yet never fleeting. It is a beauty that dances with the wind, a grace that lingers in every step, promising to stay, to endure. … Continue reading Gentle whisper of peace

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There are things we come back to …

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There are threads that pull us back, anchors that tether our souls to the moments that resonate with the deepest parts of our being. There are people who etch themselves into the very fabric of our existence, weaving themselves into the tapestry of our hearts, leaving an indelible mark that time cannot erase. There are places that beckon us, whispering secrets of nostalgia and familiarity, where the air hums with the melody of memories and the sighs of belonging. These are the places that sing and sigh, where every corner holds a story and every cobblestone whispers of bygone days. … Continue reading There are things we come back to …

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It was on my thighs he would find summer even in crippling winter

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In the depths of winter’s embrace, he sought solace in the warmth of her thighs, finding a haven of summer amidst the icy grip of the season. There, nestled against her skin, he discovered a sanctuary where the chill of the world could not reach. Her thighs became a canvas of comfort, a place where the frost of life melted away, replaced by the gentle caress of sunlight and the whisper of a warm breeze. In the curve of her flesh, he found respite from the harshness of the world, a refuge where he could find renewal and rejuvenation. In … Continue reading It was on my thighs he would find summer even in crippling winter

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You leave a little piece of yourself behind with every good-bye

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With every farewell, a piece of our soul lingers in the air, a whisper of our essence that remains long after we have departed. It is the imprint of our presence, the echo of our laughter, the warmth of our embrace that lingers in the hearts of those we leave behind. Like a trail of stardust in the night sky, we scatter fragments of our being with each parting. Our words, our gestures, our shared moments become the tapestry of memories that we weave into the lives of others. And though we may physically move on, a part of us … Continue reading You leave a little piece of yourself behind with every good-bye

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In the near future …

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In the theater of time, where every action is a scene, and every word a line, we are the actors in the grand play of life. If we knew that our every move, our every choice, would be dissected and examined by the future versions of ourselves and those around us, how would we conduct ourselves in the present moment? Would we speak with kindness, and act with patience? Would we extend a hand of love to the next person we encounter, knowing that our actions ripple through time and space, leaving an indelible mark on the world? For in … Continue reading In the near future …

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An anchor

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n the depths of uncertainty and the chaos of life, there is something that keeps us grounded, something that pulls us forward even when we are tempted to look back. It is the anchor that holds us steady in the stormy seas of doubt and fear. It is the flicker of hope that burns bright in our hearts, guiding us through the darkest of days. It is the promise of a better tomorrow, a future filled with endless possibilities and new beginnings. Even when the world seems to be crumbling around us, we cling to this something, this beacon of … Continue reading An anchor

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Love devoured all of me …

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Love devoured my state and my city, consuming all in its path. It drained the swamps of stagnant water, abolishing the tides. It feasted on the curly mangroves and stiff leaves, consuming the vibrant green of sugarcane plants that adorned the rolling hills. It sliced through the red barriers, the little black train, and the chimneys. Love devoured the scent of cut cane and the tang of salt air. It devoured those things that I longed to know, but never captured in verse. Love devoured every day not advertised in leaflets. It devoured the minutes ticking away on my watch, … Continue reading Love devoured all of me …

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It is the time, time …

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Knocking on the front door, it is the time, the air heavy with unspoken words. I take a sip, hoping for courage, but my voice falters into awkward silence. Time laughs, taunting me with memories of tears shed, knowing the passage of moments while I remain lost in its currents. On a blue summer day, the wind whispers through my soul, rustling the leaves of my heart. It’s time, a time to recall a love lost, and time chuckles, claiming we are alike, if only I’d realized, for I do not know how to hold on, and neither does it. … Continue reading It is the time, time …