As I look up to the kindly skies and stars,
I wonder why we were born with fire in our souls —
A fire of anger, a fire of desperation.
And it seems to burn through every part of our lives.
But then,
I remembered how love calmed that blaze.
It kissed the flames that raged inside,
And hope came —
like a sea breeze, like waves —
soothing the scorched corners of my soul.
And suddenly, it all made sense:
That fire, that love,
That pain and peace —
They are what make us human.
They are what make us feel.
What make us alive.
Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 2:00 AM UTC
As I look up to the kindly skies and stars,
I wonder why we were born with fire in our souls —
A fire of anger, a fire of desperation.
And it seems to burn through every part of our lives.
But then,
I remembered how love calmed that blaze.
It kissed the flames that raged inside,
And hope came —
like a sea breeze, like waves —
soothing the scorched corners of my soul.
And suddenly, it all made sense:
That fire, that love,
That pain and peace —
They are what make us human.
They are what make us feel.
What make us alive.
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