A Voyage Within

In my youth, I was first confronted with a question that seemed alien to my understanding – Do I love myself? The question echoed in the chambers of my heart, bouncing off the walls of my soul. Love myself? The concept was as foreign as a language yet to be learned. As the sands of time slipped through the hourglass of my life, I came to not only comprehend this notion but to embody it. It was a journey, a voyage that spanned the length of my existence. It was not about vanity or egotism, far from it. It was … Continue reading A Voyage Within

The Myth of Electric Love

They say love makes the world spin round, but I tell you, it’s not the dizzying whirl of infatuation that keeps the stars aligned. You can want someone, dear, with a fire that consumes you from the inside out. You can want them until your very soul feels raw, exposed to the elements of desire. That kind of longing—it’s like water electrified by a live wire, a frenzied dance of molecules, chaotic and unrestrained. It can transform you into the hand that grips that wire, feeling the surge of energy, mistaking it for destiny. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. … Continue reading The Myth of Electric Love

The day of my rebirth

In the quiet echo of a year gone by, I found myself at the edge of existence, lost in the depths of my own demise. It was a death unannounced, a departure without fanfare or farewell, a silence born of shame and the weight of unforgiven yesterdays. I drowned in the abyss of my own creation, fragmented by the weight of my own truths and the collapse of my lies. Desperate and devoid of hope, I surrendered to the void, carving myself into pieces with the sharp edges of my own mistakes. I died with a whisper, a pauper’s silence, … Continue reading The day of my rebirth

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

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 …