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February 6, 2018, at 1:07 PM ·

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In the hushed whispers of time’s embrace, there exists a tale, a symphony of love and passion, once adrift, almost losing its way home. It danced upon the edge of forgetting, forgetting the essence of life’s purpose, the essence of now. Not the past, not the future, but the present, the very moment we breathe. We are but wanderers in the labyrinth of our own making, unable to change the footprints we’ve left behind, uncertain of the path that unfurls before us. Yet, in this uncertain dance, today and now are the only truths that hold weight. If someone holds … Continue reading February 6, 2018, at 1:07 PM ·

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Hello, My Name is Immigrant II

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Hello, My Name is Immigrant, and I am a tapestry woven from the threads of resilience and courage. My words may cut like glass, but they carry the weight of a journey across oceans and through countless nights of uncertainty. My tongue struggles to embrace a new cadence, a new melody, a new story. Hello, My Name is “go back” if you don’t like it here, and I am the embodiment of perseverance. I inhabit the shadows of three jobs, a ghost in the bustling cityscape. Beneath bridges, I’ve found shelter, mistaken for a creature of myth. I mend a … Continue reading Hello, My Name is Immigrant II

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My path, my destination …

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I walk the path of survivors. It’s a path etched with the echoes of resilience, a journey I’ve known since my first breath, and one that intertwines with the rhythm of my beating heart. For much of this odyssey, I was veiled in darkness, stumbling through the unknown, grappling with the unseen. Each step was a gamble, a dance with uncertainty, and often I faltered, straying from the path I sought to tread. Obstacles loomed like giants, casting shadows that threatened to engulf me, and it seemed as though the very fabric of the world conspired against my every move. … Continue reading My path, my destination …

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Life

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Life is a symphony of cycles, a dance of symbols that speak to the depths of our being. It is a truth that whispers to us through the changing tides and the shifting seasons, revealing itself only to those with eyes to see and hearts to understand. Like the clouds that obscure the rising sun, our thoughts can often shroud the fire of our souls, casting shadows on the light within. But just as the sun eventually breaks through the clouds, so too can our true selves emerge from the darkness, shining brightly for all to see. In the ebb … Continue reading Life

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Rain washing me away

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There’s a spark beginning to burn, a flame flickering to life in the depths of my soul. It ignites feelings in my heart, a warmth that spreads and envelops me in its comforting embrace. It rushes through me like claps of thunder, echoing in the chambers of my being, shaking me to my very core. I can feel the rain as it falls, a gentle patter at first, then turning into a torrent, a deluge of emotions washing over me. It cleanses me, washing away my grief, my pain, my sorrow. It purifies my spirit, leaving behind a clean slate, … Continue reading Rain washing me away

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Strong spirits …

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When the storm breaks, it is a symphony of chaos and fear. Each man, like a wild creature, reacts in accordance with his own nature. Some are paralyzed by the thunderous roar, their hearts pounding like drums in their chests. They are numb with terror, unable to move or think, gripped by the primal instinct to survive. Others flee, their feet pounding against the earth as they seek shelter from the savage fury of the storm. They run as if their very lives depend on it, desperate to escape the wrath of nature unleashed. Some hide, seeking refuge in the … Continue reading Strong spirits …

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Me, myself, and I

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Deep within me, I am a paradox, a tapestry of contradictions woven into a singular existence. I am complex, yet at my core, simplicity reigns. My stature may be small, but within me, grand ideals take root and flourish. There are moments when I wander through the labyrinth of my thoughts, feeling adrift, yet I always manage to rediscover the essence of who I am. I am not confined to a singular truth, for within me, the very nature of truth itself evolves and transforms. Just as the human spirit is boundless and ever-changing, so too are the truths that … Continue reading Me, myself, and I

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I arrived to nurture your seeds …

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Love, a force that transcends time and circumstance, I arrived to nurture your seeds that tremble in the face of winter’s chill. The anxiety of what lies ahead is not born from the uncertainty of uncharted paths that may lead to missteps, but rather from the lingering weight of past mistakes we struggled to bid farewell. It’s when we grasp that the keys to our confinement have always resided within our reach, that we can truly herald the arrival of a new year. Pardon the apprehension of revisiting those dusty chapters of your life. Understand that renewal and rebirth are … Continue reading I arrived to nurture your seeds …

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I used to think I was not good enough for anyone, in my profession…

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In the quiet of night, when the world is hushed and still, a whisper creeps into the chambers of my mind, echoing doubts I thought I had overcome. It speaks of inadequacy, of not measuring up, weaving self-doubts that once ensnared me in its suffocating embrace. I used to believe I was not enough, that my efforts would never be sufficient, that my presence was merely a fleeting shadow in the grand theater of life. The doubts lingered like ghosts, haunting my profession, my relationships, and every corner of my existence. But I broke free from those chains, shattered the … Continue reading I used to think I was not good enough for anyone, in my profession…

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Mother

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A beacon of love and understanding, come, indulge in the tales of my untraveled journeys, bring forth red ink, the hue of life’s essence, ink that mirrors the pulse of existence, vivid and real. Mother, run your gentle fingers through my hair, for my soul yearns to wander, to explore the unknown, my mind, a vessel of memories not yet lived, thirsty for the promise of discovery, longing for the open road. When you return, ascend the steps to our abode, each one a testament to the rhythm of our lives, I will learn them by heart, as I yearn … Continue reading Mother