What can I do for you?

For too long, the selfish pursuit of personal gain has cast a dark shadow over our world, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. It has bred indifference, fueled greed, widened the gap between the haves and have-nots, and sowed seeds of misery in the hearts of many. But what if we were to shift our focus, to turn our gaze outward instead of inward? What if we were to ask ourselves, not “what’s in it for me?” but rather, “what can I do for you?” What if we were to seek out ways to make life more fulfilling … Continue reading What can I do for you?

The truth, nothing more than truth …

The truth, they say, shall set you free. But what they fail to mention is that it often comes with a heavy price. Nothing hurts like the truth, for it has the power to shatter illusions and break hearts. It is a double-edged sword, cutting through the lies we tell ourselves and exposing the raw, unfiltered reality. In a world where we are constantly told to be kind and considerate, the truth can feel like a betrayal. We are taught to sugarcoat our words and spare others from discomfort, but in doing so, we deny them the chance to see … Continue reading The truth, nothing more than truth …

Read me

Your lips, like a gentle breeze, caress my trembling curves, whispering verses of love and desire. Each word etched onto my skin, creating a love story that only we can read. I am blinded by the intensity of our connection, lost in the depths of your passion. Come, my love, come and read me like a book, uncovering the hidden chapters of my soul. Let our love story unfold in the most beautiful of ways, written in the language of our hearts. Your touch is like a symphony, playing melodies that resonate deep within my being. Each stroke of your … Continue reading Read me

Love is like torrents

In the symphony of existence, love echoes as a haunting melody that refuses to fade. It whispers in the silence of the night, a constant companion that keeps vigil over restless souls. Its presence is felt in the gentle hum that envelops the senses, a soft murmur that drowns out the cacophony of the world, leaving only the pulsating ache of longing in its wake. Love is a bittersweet taste on the palate, akin to tears mingling with the salt of the earth. It leaves a parched thirst that cannot be quenched by the abundance of the material world, a … Continue reading Love is like torrents

One of the most toxic things I have ever done is ignore the bad in someone because I love them

At my moments of reflection, I am haunted by the realization that love can be a double-edged sword, capable of both healing and harming in equal measure. I have learned the hard way that one of the most toxic things I have ever done is to turn a blind eye to the flaws and faults of someone I held dear in my heart. In the beginning, their imperfections seemed like mere blemishes on an otherwise perfect canvas. I chose to see only the good, to believe that love could conquer all and that their shortcomings would fade away in the … Continue reading One of the most toxic things I have ever done is ignore the bad in someone because I love them

Prayer for my ego

In the gentle embrace of dawn’s first light, I awaken with a fervent prayer etched upon my soul. Today, let my heart be a sanctuary of kindness, a wellspring of compassion that flows freely to all who cross my path. May my spirit stand unwavering, a bastion of courage in the face of adversity, a beacon of hope in the darkest of nights. Let my mind be a tempest of ferocity, not for selfish gain, but for the relentless pursuit of love and understanding. With each breath, may I weave a tapestry of empathy and benevolence, casting aside the shadows … Continue reading Prayer for my ego

When he leaves …

In the quiet aftermath of his departure, a storm of emotions rages within you. The ache of his absence echoes through the hollow chambers of your heart, reverberating with a poignant intensity that threatens to consume you whole. You find solace in the darkness of the night, as you rock yourself to sleep, seeking refuge in dreams that offer fleeting respite from the harsh reality of his departure. Memories, like ghosts, haunt your waking hours, whispering of shared moments and unfulfilled promises. Each recollection is a double-edged sword, cutting deep into the tender fabric of your soul. Questions swirl in … Continue reading When he leaves …

Home III

Home is not just a place; it’s a sanctuary where the heart finds solace and the soul finds peace. It’s the embrace of familiarity, the warmth of belonging, and the echo of laughter that lingers in the air. Home is where memories dance like fireflies on a summer night, illuminating the darkness with their gentle glow. In the tapestry of life, home is the thread that weaves through our experiences, binding us to our roots and grounding us in a world that is ever-changing. It’s the refuge we seek in times of joy and sorrow, the haven where we can … Continue reading Home III

Shelter

Child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? You see, people are not like bricks and mortar, sturdy and unchanging. They are like rivers, constantly flowing and evolving. No matter how much love and care you pour into someone, they will never be a permanent shelter for your soul. Your home, dear child, does have a heartbeat. But it is not found in the chests of others. It is nestled deep within your own being, waiting for you to discover it. It is the rhythm of your own breath, the pulse of your … Continue reading Shelter

Clouds

They are the clouds, drifting lazily across the sky, painting it with their soft hues of white and gray. They carry my daydreams from north to south, whispering secrets of the heavens as they pass by. They hide my sun, casting shadows that dance across the earth, creating a sense of mystery and wonder. As they close my horizon, I am enveloped in their embrace, feeling their cool touch against my skin. They awaken my storms, stirring up emotions deep within me, causing a tempest to rage in my heart. But how shy they are, only carrying torrents of rain … Continue reading Clouds