In a world full of noise,
We find the ones whose crazy
mirrors our own.
Not to silence the wolf inside,
Not to calm the madness,
But to make us feel whole—alive.

What version of you will rise today?
In a month, a year—who will you be?
There will be many, shifting like seasons.
But which will you craft with intention?
Will it be better, as we all change,
Or will you let the tides decide your fate?

Love isn’t just about perfect fits,
Or seamless lives that neatly mix.
Two hearts can come from worlds apart,
With different dreams, a different start.

It’s not in sameness love is found,
But where we seek the middle ground.
Where compromise and patience grow,
And each one bends, just enough to know—

That love’s not in the flawless way,
But in the choice we make to stay.
To build, to learn, and to endure,
Through storms and doubts, love becomes sure.

So don’t just search for “the one” to find,
But be the one who stays, who’s kind.
For love’s not just in finding gold,
But in the hands that learn to love and hold

I’ve chained the beast, but still it breathes,
Its whispers soft, like coals beneath.

In silence, I keep the monster still,
But wonder—does it break my will?
Does peace erode the flame I keep,
Or sharpen it within the deep?

There’s beauty in this quiet war,
A dance with rage I can’t ignore.
And though I lock the beast away,
Its shadow stains the light of day.