Every second of our life matters,
Even now.
Especially here.
Even until the very end.

You will not be forgotten,
memories will live on.

You were here, once held—
Just enough to say:
“I’m here, fully lived”

The clock didn’t tick— it pulsed.

Each second,
a slow breathing.
Each breath,
a final offering.

There was love—
Did you show up?
Suffering—
Did you feel it?
Stillness—
Did you live?
Laughter—
And not without ache

The weight of it all,
No longer with spoken words.

Time becomes memory.
One last breath,
just quietly
slipping away.

Her favourite flowers, frozen in time.
Crying blooms fill the air—
a field of wildflowers and grasses.
Above, the golden sun sets in.

She runs barefoot off the path,
mischief and dirt on her knees,
dancing in the most unlikely places.

The Gardener tends to the soil.
He watches over the field,
smiling—
He is not afraid of her mess.

As she chases butterflies,
breeze in her braided hair,
sunlight softly guiding her steps.

I dance in the dark, soft lit pulses against my skin
The rush of dopamine I’m into,
The kind of love the world worships—
Feeling good, romantic drama, hangover
And a whole lot of bedtime revenge, fight me!
Swinging to the noisy static of artificial stimulation

Let’s play a game, no rules, no winners
It’s already rigged— chaos
Played it anyway, under the dark eclipse
Alchemy in motion, we tell ourselves,
“You bet, we are in full control”

It’s already ‘25 and we are still here
Push me, chock me ‘till I pass out
Lip-stick stained, soft aesthetic,
Still not outdated, late night fantasy of lies

Let’s be real, nobody can make me feel
Dancing in the moonlit night
Altered reality, the homicide of self
You die, I die— the fall of quick highs

That’s what’s terrifying
Tragedies, I love them anyway

I was too independent and God broke me down, it was isolation and negativity. He can't work in self-reliance, because without him you can do absolutely nothing. God design us to co-depend on community and co- depend on Him. You can be secure and dependent on God. He never created us to walk alone.

Can I hide in a comfy quiet space or with a soft instrumental bgm to read a book or magazine all day? Good food and a cup of ice white coffee. Nice scenery, starburst and sparkles. Date night  with authors and  late night at museums and galleries that open past midnight.