Sep 26
In a world of voices, I stand alone,
With a heart open wide, my seeds have been sown.
I hold no grudges, no spite in my chest,
For every soul dances, seeking their best.
I cherish the laughter, the stories they share,
Each life a tapestry, woven with care.
Why question my heart, is it light as the air?
I prefer to uplift, to nurture, to spare.
Let me witness the triumphs, the dreams come alive,
In the warmth of connection, our spirits can thrive.
So let go of the burdens, the weight of the past,
For in kindness and joy, true freedom is cast.
No hate in my heart, just a wish for the light,
To see all souls flourish, to nurture the night.
So I stand in the silence, a witness, a stranger,
In a world full of love, where all hearts can mend.
With a heart open wide, my seeds have been sown.
I hold no grudges, no spite in my chest,
For every soul dances, seeking their best.
I cherish the laughter, the stories they share,
Each life a tapestry, woven with care.
Why question my heart, is it light as the air?
I prefer to uplift, to nurture, to spare.
Let me witness the triumphs, the dreams come alive,
In the warmth of connection, our spirits can thrive.
So let go of the burdens, the weight of the past,
For in kindness and joy, true freedom is cast.
No hate in my heart, just a wish for the light,
To see all souls flourish, to nurture the night.
So I stand in the silence, a witness, a stranger,
In a world full of love, where all hearts can mend.
People often ask me if I judge them. Actually, I don’t mind what they do or think. I care, but I don’t concern myself with everything they’ve done or are doing for their plans.
People also ask me to keep their secrets. I won’t spill anything for two reasons: I don’t remember what they say, and second, I believe their stories aren’t mine, so I prefer to interpret them metaphorically, leaving no one acknowledged.
People can say I’m heartless, I want to change it in positive way. It is hard and painful when I have to express emotional sides. Anyway, I’m not perfect.
People also ask me to keep their secrets. I won’t spill anything for two reasons: I don’t remember what they say, and second, I believe their stories aren’t mine, so I prefer to interpret them metaphorically, leaving no one acknowledged.
People can say I’m heartless, I want to change it in positive way. It is hard and painful when I have to express emotional sides. Anyway, I’m not perfect.
