Consider this:
at its core, a ghost is typically described as little more than a restless spirit.
Given this description, it's not too much
of a stretch of the imagination
to suggest that you don't have to die
to be a ghost.
After all, things change every day.
It would be concerning if you didn't feel lost or anxious at some point. The question then becomes "what do you do if you feel this way?" The answer: remember who you are and all it took to get you to where you are today.

In a world once muted, sepia-toned and grey,
Your vibrant canvas painted a brighter day.
A riot of colors, a symphony of sound,
Chaos and order, beautifully bound.

Your world, a sanctuary, a passion's flame,
Each brushstroke a story, a heartfelt claim.
Colors reflecting your soul's desire,
A window to your thoughts, a burning fire.

More than just colors, a language untold,
Silent spaces captured, a story bold.
The tension before the spark ignites,
Electricity humming, a sweet delight.

A monochrome existence, dull and plain,
Your technicolor world, a joyful strain.
Hues and shades, a perfect blend,
A world transformed, a loving friend.

Emotions poured, a canvas bare,
Dreams and fears, a loving pair.
A puzzle to solve, a story to tell,
Confessions revealed, a magic spell.

Desires and ambitions, a hidden art,
Deepest thoughts, a loving start.
Intricate patterns, a swirling maze,
Stories waiting, in endless days.

Delving deeper, a new sight,
Eyes opened wide, a guiding light.
A world transformed, a vibrant hue,
A colorful mosaic, me and you.

Years carry less, a foundation strong,
Youthful audacity, a righting wrong.
Irony stings, a sweet surprise,
An old man captivated, beneath his eyes.

Limitations fall, a newfound grace,
Endless possibility, a loving space.
Art, a way of life, a guiding hand,
New eyes to see, across the land.

A sleepwalker, drifting through the night,
Now wide awake, a shining light.
Brushstrokes speak, a silent plea,
Untold stories, wild and free.

Drawn into the depths, a loving art,
Swirl of colors, a beating heart.
The world through your eyes, a different view,
Contrasts and contradictions, ever new.

A mirror reflecting, a soul laid bare,
Confronting fears, a loving care.
Self-discovery, a journey's start,
Liberation and transformation, a loving art.

A kindred spirit, a fellow friend,
Artistic journey, without end.
Exploring boundaries, a daring flight,
A place to belong, a guiding light.

Unleashing colors, a wild display,
A world transformed, a brighter day.
A masterpiece, a loving art,
A bond that unites, a loving start.

Forever changed, a new-found grace,
A part of something, a loving space.
A world alive, with possibility,
Eternally grateful, me and thee

Please stop feeling lonely,
This poem is for you only.
Remember, you are not alone,
Do consider me your own.

With your problems,
may you be able to cope;
May God grant you another new hope.


Don't you worry, oh dear;
I will always be your well-wisher.

Be bold and you'll soon gain,
The strength to endure your pain

Oh LONELY HEARTS,
Trust the words of mine ,
You'll soon be completely fine.

Life is like a battery.
It will present you with more possibilities,
more opportunities than you could ever dream. But in exchange, the more you take advantage of them, the more energy it will take from you. Like any battery, they can last for years
if you take enough care.
But also like any battery, it will stop eventually. So rest, recharge, and take care of your battery. Because you deserve every opportunity
it can give you

I know you all have sad memories,
You are in the midst of worries,
But for today, set aside your fears,
And things that set you on the verge of tears.

There were times you smiled,
But you left sorrows lay inside.
With smiles people usually see you
But how often your joy was true!?
To a great extent your faces laugh
But your heart doesn't even do its half.

Today disregard all the flaws in you,
And all the weaknesses that you knew,
And All that kept hurting you so far,
Trust me, you don't know how wonderful you are.