I found out lately
that life isn’t fair,
not because I didn’t know it,
just because, you know,
I was practicing on my own
without expecting it.
And everything
is falling apart in front of
your eyes,
slowly,
like it is blowing in the wind.
And then I realized
that I’ve lost my glorious purpose.
But what is the point of living, after all?
To be honest,
I lost it
a long time ago,
but something is keeping me here.
I don’t know what it is,
but I love it,
and maybe I am glad of it.
By taking a pen
just to survive
and to realize that
you have feelings
bleeding on the paper
more than they should,
then
is that why I live?
To keep searching for a muse
where there is only life and light.
Maybe that’s why I am a dreamer,
hoping for more,
because I want more from myself,
to learn again how to live
in a world full of destinies and hopes
for the ones who want to believe.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:19 AM UTC
I found out lately
that life isn’t fair,
not because I didn’t know it,
just because, you know,
I was practicing on my own
without expecting it.
And everything
is falling apart in front of
your eyes,
slowly,
like it is blowing in the wind.
And then I realized
that I’ve lost my glorious purpose.
But what is the point of living, after all?
To be honest,
I lost it
a long time ago,
but something is keeping me here.
I don’t know what it is,
but I love it,
and maybe I am glad of it.
By taking a pen
just to survive
and to realize that
you have feelings
bleeding on the paper
more than they should,
then
is that why I live?
To keep searching for a muse
where there is only life and light.
Maybe that’s why I am a dreamer,
hoping for more,
because I want more from myself,
to learn again how to live
in a world full of destinies and hopes
for the ones who want to believe.
