"Life can turn in a dime"
I underlined that sentence in my book as a teenager
and now, whenever the world shifts,
I repeat it like a quiet liturgy.
“Once the lesson is learned the pain will fade"
We all crave a calming explanation
a rehearsal of words for the "why"
I still browse those old books
tracing the ink where my younger self
marked what felt worthwhile.
I can still feel the ghost of that room
the exact thought that moved my pen
My diaries are not romances or thrillers
they are documentaries of an era
I write to remember that there is more to me
a hidden architecture no one else sees
A secret map of motives and cycles
the crimson red string weaving through the wreckage
And maybe when I wait just a bit longer
I will catch Ariadne’s thread to find my way out of this labyrinth
The exit is not the entrance though
I faced my Minotaur until the breath left us both
Now I follow the thread not to a home I am familiar with
but to a shore I have yet to name
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC
"Life can turn in a dime"
I underlined that sentence in my book as a teenager
and now, whenever the world shifts,
I repeat it like a quiet liturgy.
“Once the lesson is learned the pain will fade"
We all crave a calming explanation
a rehearsal of words for the "why"
I still browse those old books
tracing the ink where my younger self
marked what felt worthwhile.
I can still feel the ghost of that room
the exact thought that moved my pen
My diaries are not romances or thrillers
they are documentaries of an era
I write to remember that there is more to me
a hidden architecture no one else sees
A secret map of motives and cycles
the crimson red string weaving through the wreckage
And maybe when I wait just a bit longer
I will catch Ariadne’s thread to find my way out of this labyrinth
The exit is not the entrance though
I faced my Minotaur until the breath left us both
Now I follow the thread not to a home I am familiar with
but to a shore I have yet to name
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