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Love and fear

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Today, as the sun stretched its golden fingers across the sky, I awoke with a yearning that seemed to wrap around my very soul, a weight resting heavy in the depths of my being. It felt like a lump in my throat, a silent plea for release. In moments like these, I am reminded that life is a voyage, a journey that demands we believe in the extraordinary, in the impossible. Living is an art, a symphony of beginnings and renewals, a constant dance of hope and resilience. It requires us to rise each day, to embrace the notion that … Continue reading Love and fear

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Life beauty …

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My great fault, my elemental flaw, is this relentless pursuit of beauty, an unyielding craving for the exquisite in every detail. It draws me into the tumultuous maw of need, entwining me in the unending desire that holds me captive. For I see beauty, I see it everywhere, in the delicate intricacies of life’s tapestry, and in that seeing, I am bound to love. It’s the way the sunlight weaves through the leaves, casting a dappled dance upon the forest floor. It’s the way the rain paints the world in glistening hues, a symphony of droplets on windowpanes. It’s the … Continue reading Life beauty …

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Human heart …

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In the vast expanse of a lifetime, the heart holds so much—dreams, desires, and the echoes of countless moments. In a single day, an hour, or a fleeting moment, we carry a world within us, a world that remains utterly open to no one. Not to those who brought us into this world, nor to those we choose as partners, lovers, or friends. We may open the windows of our souls to others, but in the end, we dwell alone within the house of the heart. Perhaps it is necessary, a shield against the fear of a heart constantly wounded. … Continue reading Human heart …

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Storms …

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I carried many storms within me, a tempest of emotions and trials that shaped the landscape of my soul. I have weathered the tumultuous seas, washed myself ashore, and stood as my own tide and lighthouse. This journey of becoming me was no easy feat. I have let my demons dance, and I have uttered curses to the heavens in three languages. Forgive me, for in my vulnerability, I have bared my scars and revealed broken angels etched onto the canvas of my soul. I am the embodiment of night and sunshine, the dichotomy of light and shadow that resides … Continue reading Storms …

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Spinning, spinning …

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The world I hold dear whirls in a frenzied dance, spinning so swiftly that all I can do is fling words into its maelstrom. I cast them like seeds to the wind, hoping they will bloom into vibrant pictures, intricate drawings, and resonant poetry. In this dizzying whirl, I aim to capture the essence of life in the delicate brushstrokes of language. I seek to transmute the chaos into a tapestry of vivid imagery, a gallery of emotions, and a symphony of verse. With each word I cast, I yearn to paint landscapes of the mind, to sketch portraits of … Continue reading Spinning, spinning …

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Gateway …

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Writing is like a gateway drug, a portal to a world of life-altering passion. With every word we pen, we feel the rush of emotion coursing through our veins. We become addicted to the feeling, the rush of adrenaline that comes with putting pen to paper. As we write, we explore the deepest corners of our souls, excavating the rawest emotions and laying them bare for the world to see. We become intoxicated with the power of words, the way they can evoke feelings of joy, sorrow, and everything in between. And then, we have to have it. We become … Continue reading Gateway …

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A giant soul

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During the tumultuous days of World War II, a young Japanese boy stood before a funeral pyre, his heart heavy with grief and his mind consumed with the weight of loss. He waited patiently for his turn to cremate his younger brother; his eyes fixed on the flames that danced before him. As the boy stood there, lost in his own thoughts, a guard approached him and asked for the body. The boy, his voice barely above a whisper, replied: “He is not heavy, he is my brother.” It was a simple statement, yet one that spoke volumes about the … Continue reading A giant soul

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Her silence

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Suspicious and uncomfortable in the silence, she sought refuge in the cacophony of her own thoughts. The voices inside her, relentless and unyielding, offered explanations and insights, yet failed to provide the solace she craved. The silence, pregnant with the weight of unspoken truths, was a source of anguish, for within it lay the echoes of her own unspoken fears and insecurities. To listen to the silence was to confront the unspoken parts of herself, the familiar ugliness and the unexpected virtues that had long been buried beneath the surface. These were facets of herself she had long sought to … Continue reading Her silence

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L’étoile…

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L’étoile, un symbole de lumière dans l’obscurité infinie du ciel. Depuis mon enfance, le spectacle des étoiles a toujours éveillé en moi une fascination profonde. Leur éclat dans la nuit représente l’espoir, une lueur d’optimisme dans l’obscurité grandissante. Quand le soleil se couche et que la fraîcheur de la nuit s’installe, ce sont les étoiles et la lune qui prennent le relais, observant silencieusement le monde depuis les hauteurs du firmament. Leur présence apaise l’âme et éveille en nous une profonde admiration pour leur beauté intemporelle. Ce soir, une sensation de solitude m’envahit. J’avais besoin de ta présence, de ta … Continue reading L’étoile…

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Do not blame me …

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Do not blame me for my lack of rhyme, for my verses flow freely like a meandering river, unpredictable and wild. I am but a silly poet, a novice in the art of weaving words into perfect harmony. My lines may be obtuse, crooked, and unrefined, but they carry the weight of my emotions, untamed and unapologetic. I wander among the realms of mental songs and poems, my passion burning like a fierce flame in the depths of my being. My love is restless, constant, and unyielding, like a thunderstorm raging inside me. It cannot be contained or silenced, it … Continue reading Do not blame me …