Like a flower tangled in thorns,
touched by pain from every side,
wounded and lost
amidst the darkness.
Seeking a way out —
a ray of sunlight and hope,
a moment of escape,
the instant in which I might grasp
the freedom I long for.
Freedom,
slipping away with each passing day,
yet its taste
remains priceless.
Where is that place
where I can feel this taste?
Where is the space
I might call home?
A home of freedom,
where I can grow without fear,
not looking back,
but only toward the future —
a future lit with radiance,
opening its doors before me.
What is this place?
Is it merely a dream of unfulfillment,
or something more
than a thought that returns unceasingly?
How can I find the space
where I may bloom like a rose —
where sunlight touches the stem each day,
where one can look at the thorns
from above?
Perhaps this place
was never far away —
it existed within me
before I even learned to name it.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 1:06 PM UTC
Spring, summer, autumn, winter — another crystal of sand drifts away
The waves swell, ever stronger, the northern winds grow colder
The sun dims, yet the sky gleams brighter
Brilliant stars shimmer above us, and the last crystals drift into the distance
Each star has created its own story and released its final word
Now comes the time for rest, and for the eternal carpe diem!
On Earth, in the heavens, across the universe — let the eternal carpe diem resound!
The sun shines, the winds depart, the waves subside
Crystals pass through the endless path toward eternity
Everywhere, light and radiance, and in the sky echoes the eternal carpe diem!
Days flow into eternity, and we remain immersed in the glow of the future…
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
Thoughtful — among the many voices around me,
Thoughtful — through the long passing of hours,
Thoughtful, I move along the road of unknowing.
A road of questions, of chaos without answers,
A road of doubt, of conversations and silence,
A road of us all — longing for understanding.
Understanding — born of effort and struggle,
Understanding — heavy, so hard to attain,
Understanding — sought from another human being.
A human lost in a world of new ideas,
A human searching for peace and for love,
A human wandering along unfamiliar paths,
A human — one of a kind.
Thoughtful — once again among many voices around me,
yet now I listen, I grasp their true tone,
and I know that each carries their own truth.
Thoughtful — in the same world,
yet a different one, seen through the eyes of understanding.
And perhaps this was the point all along —
to return to where I once set out,
but with a peace and a silence
I had never known before.
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC