A hymn to the ache of exposure, where my own soul turns its blade against me, and the world watches, unblinking, as I stand unguarded before its merciless truth.

Sometimes, the things I chase aren't what bring me peace. True freedom comes when I release what no longer serves me, stop running, and allow myself to return to something meaningful.

The expression of the lies is shown under another headword.
(Headword: A Tribute to My One and Only Brother).
Please, you need to find yours.

it might refer to the life and efforts to move forward, or maybe it could symbolize plans or hopes for the future, that are overshadowed by unresolved issues or lingering sorrow.

I just trying to move on, but still burdened by the past, these metaphors effectively the nature of emotional pain.

the memory, sorrow, and the struggle to move forward are universal, but recurring memories and emotions that affect the efforts to move on.

It seems like I'm contemplating the concept of identity and its relation to moments. while a person's identity is not reducible to individual moments, those moments can still be indicative of their experiences, beliefs, and choices. being a person identity is formed through a complex interplay of various factors over time, including moments, relationships, and personal growth. and each moment contributes to the broader narrative of who a person is, rather than defining them entirely.
But, being an actor, I'm envisioning futuristic moments that can involve immersing myself in a role set in a futuristic scenario. For example, I have imagined portraying a character in a fictional set, in a distant future, where my thoughts have colonized other planets. and my character may grapple with my futuristic setting. I might need to imagine societal norms, and cultural shifts that define this future world, allowing me to fully embody the character and bring the futuristic moments to life on screen.

The approach integrates by emphasizing the contrast between the moon's peaceful presence and the soundscape that accompanies it, so I'm just exploring the deeper meaning behind this juxtaposition.

after every storm, a little more happiness returns to the day, like golden rays breaking through clouds. May I wish only my journey to be adorned with endless blessings, and may the tapestry of my life be woven with threads of joy, that would be never seen as fade and guilt.

Your's...?

Reflecting on the transient nature of beauty and the cyclical rhythm of life, this verse captures the fleeting brilliance of the moon and hints at the inevitable return of events, despite their temporary absence. despite the moon's departure, there's an anticipation of its inevitable return, echoing themes of resilience and the enduring cycle of life.

"the first aspect of the originality is a new one for each prevalence on the same day to obtain the best"

Attraction, Attachment, Love, Trust, Worship, Obsession, and Death these scribble threads have kept me tied to you, till the day, and perhaps it will remain so for, and a long time too.

this way essential speeches are extracted, to literary words, in the above-mentioned names, ages, highs or lives for a minute or maybe a second.

why do people always try to define
death with his words and efforts?
while death can be shown in scrambled and half-dead flowers and also in his comforts...

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4685213/prevails/

that's nature, and any scripture cannot prove that things such as guilt in one's eyes, in case vocal or mortal, connect with the power of ethos.

"Fading Embers" sets a melancholic tone, that aligns with the overall consistency in tone and style throughout my moods.

Truth, no matter what happens,
Well, I'll always be looking for yours.
I have to be in touch with the same,
I was not able to do it in great fame.

Completely,
I don't know,
about her thought,
and what she wrote,
but, I know that,
her after-words,
moments have been dreadful,
and being affectionate is lawful,

today at noon I lost my nine-year-old dog...

I only think about the end, but for what? I don't know how long it will take me to get it back to my emptiness or something like that, so, I'm going to go with it until my mind resists doing something else with me and myself.

Individual examples can change the meaning of words? or just a word can be thrown by the power of legacy.

When I wake up all relevant things are clear, but when I going up the sun is not doing well...

Words are always relegated to conclusions, but the love intention snares on only the way where I step up, there can never be salvaged...

All Constituencies only be yours, not mine…,
Even, after you left I did not set you free, it was easy for you to cross the threshold of time, but equally difficult for me.
You know, I tried my best to forget everything.
But, still I remember all happens that imposed by you, that rough moon, that thirsty river, that bundle of wood, that screaming flames and that restless night, it was very difficult for me to accept that…

I just feel like a moment frozen right before an impact, where something is already in motion, and all I can do means watch.

To the
                                  Protector…!

Hi, I'm still at the end of the day, but I'm on my schedule for tomorrow…🧎🏻

It place, just for a compliment, wherein I was going to lose my own emotions, my mind under the ages of the queries to be burned out.