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The dark night of the soul

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In the shadows of my soul, where light is but a distant memory, I found myself. The dark night of the soul, a journey not for the faint-hearted, but for those who dare to face their deepest fears. It was a plunge into the abyss, a descent into the uncharted depths of my being. The consequences were immediate and profound. I was seized by shivers, a chilling reminder of the unknown that lay ahead. All familiar landmarks vanished, swallowed by the inky blackness. I was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, the compass of my soul spinning wildly, offering no … Continue reading The dark night of the soul

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No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Indeed, the real dimension of despair is often unknown to many. It is a precipice, a plunge into darkness, a complete annihilation of hope and joy. It is a vertigo-inducing fall into the abyss of the soul, despair within despair, a naked vulnerability devoid of any nuances. It is an impotence that is revealed and echoed in the murky mirror of meanings, a kidnapping of our very essence. We often use words in our daily lives that are far from trivial, treating them as if they were. These words, these everyday utterances, do not always correspond to our past experiences, … Continue reading No, you do not know the real dimension of despair. What a cliff is, darkness, annihilation …

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Why?

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In the depths of my soul, I have witnessed the dance of darkness and light, the interplay of hope and despair. I have seen the face of humanity, etched with the lines of both cruelty and kindness. I have seen the monstrous acts that one human can inflict upon another, the injustices that make the soul shudder, and the heart weep. I have seen the children, innocent and pure, caught in the crossfire of adult wars, their laughter silenced, their smiles faded. I have seen their small bodies, once full of life and joy, now lifeless and cold. And I … Continue reading Why?

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Celebrating the beauty of dark skin

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Skin so dark, oh geez! Screams a few ‘Hallelujah! Be proud of your skin color! In this tumultuous humanity, every shade is a brushstroke of genius, a testament to diversity’s splendor. Dark skin, a canvas rich and profound, holds the mysteries of the cosmos, the depth of the earth, and the resilience of history within its melanin-kissed hues. Oh, how it glistens under the sun’s adoring gaze, a spectrum of ebony, mahogany, and umber, each tone a verse in the poetry of pigmentation. It speaks of strength, of roots deeply entrenched, of a heritage unyielding and proud. Let the chorus … Continue reading Celebrating the beauty of dark skin

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Walking in another’s shoes …

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What must one do to thrive in a realm so different from their own? Is it enough to sit back, inhale deeply, and let the smoke carry away the coherent thoughts, leaving behind only the abstract musings of the night? Or is it to wander the desolate sands, where the only touch is that of a bullet’s kiss, or to endure the symphony of an infant’s cries that pierce the silence of the early hours? What fabric weaves the essence of you and me? If I step outside these walls that echo with the incessant call of ‘mom’, if I … Continue reading Walking in another’s shoes …

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30 minutes …

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In the fleeting half-hour before the world calls again, I ponder—can the essence of life be unraveled in less time than it takes for the clock to complete its cycle? Perhaps not, but the quest is not without merit. Life, in its boundless forms, from the humble dog to the majestic giant squid, from the goldfish’s silent swim to the birds’ dawn chorus, and even the magnolia buds, poised in slumber—each a thread in the tapestry of existence. It’s all life, isn’t it? A complex web, yet at its core, startlingly simple. So here I sit, with twenty-six minutes on … Continue reading 30 minutes …

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100 years old

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Today, I am 100 years old, my heart dances to the rhythm of a tambourine, vibrant and resonant. “Give me a kiss, my love,” I whisper, for today is not just another day—it’s a testament to a life richly lived. Stepping onto the asphalt, I feel the pulse of the city, the heartbeat of the world beneath my feet. Around us, the fools may frolic, their laughter mingling with the symphony of existence. The red traffic light, like a vigilant sentinel, halts the march of time, if only for a moment. In my pocket, a few cents jingle—the price of … Continue reading 100 years old

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Whispers of the Cosmos

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The universe, a cosmic symphony, listens to our quiet pleas. It takes requests, not demands, weaving stardust into our fate. What is meant to be will unfurl, regardless of our fleeting emotions. The celestial loom spins threads of destiny, threading constellations through our souls. Life, a fragile vessel, cradles moments like precious gems. Too short for insipid wine, it beckons us to savor the nectar of existence. Meditate not on shadows but on sun-kissed dreams. Let bad relationships wither like autumn leaves, leaving space for love’s tender bloom. In the quiet corners of infinity, someone finds you irresistible. Their heart, … Continue reading Whispers of the Cosmos

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In Her Image

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I am my mother’s daughter, woven from the same celestial thread. Our souls, entwined across time, echo in the chambers of existence. My heart, a fragile vessel, mirrors hers. It knows the rhythm of both sinking and soaring—the ebb and flow of love’s tides. When she wept, I tasted salt on my own lips; when she laughed, my spirit danced alongside hers. My voice, a trembling reed, carries her legacy. It quivers with the weight of shared sorrows—the ache of loss, the ache of memory. In the quiet hours, I whisper her name, and the syllables tremble like leaves in … Continue reading In Her Image

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“You Are So Much More”

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Your body, a symphony of stardust and ancient echoes, echoes the fierce grace of lionesses. The same cosmic forge that shaped their sinew and fire courses through your veins. You are kin to the wild, a whisper of wilderness woven into flesh. Three-quarters water, you flow like rivers—relentless, carving canyons in the bedrock of existence. Your tears, saltwater streams, sculpted mountains, and valleys. Each drop, a testament to resilience, a hymn sung by the tides. In the helix dance of your DNA, wolf genes howl. Twenty amino acids, the alphabet of life, spell out your existence. You are the poetry … Continue reading “You Are So Much More”