π£risoned by a body I cannot escape.
π fade before the day begins.
πoneliness gathers in the dark.
πife moves without me.
π’nly the pillow stays close.
πͺhile I decay in silence.
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Flowers grow, petals flow,
Light winds whisper, warm and slow.
Skies turn bright from silver snow,
Nature wakes from winterβs low.
Morning light begins to glow,
Golden hours drift below.
In every seed, new dreams bestowβ
Life returns in springβs soft show.
One is the earth beneath my feet,
the one that steadies my steps.
The other is the storm within my soul,
the one that moves like me.
They hold me in different languages:
one in calm, in silent strength;
one in chaos, in true reflection.
And I am fluent in both.
βYouβre human β not a machine. Itβs okay to take a rest, to feel lost, unmotivated, or even disconnected for a while. These moments donβt mean youβre failing. Theyβre just part of finding your way back.β
I see β but the light stays veiled from me.
I hear β but the world responds in silence.
I smell β but no scent awakens memory.
I taste β but no flavor stirs my tongue.
I touch β but meaning slips through my skin.
Each sense awake β yet all dreaming.
They move where others stay.
They listen when others rush to speak.
Where most find stillness in agreement,
they carry the tension of movement.
Where others pause at the answer,
the #contrarian continues into the quietβ
into the space where meaning hasnβt settled yet.
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πyes drift softly toward distant skies
π¦hadowed moments melt into the haze
πhoices fade beneath what never was
πnother world whispers through the veil
π£ulling away from the noise
πvade from reality
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Calm meets storm without fight,
acceptance softens resistance.
Tension melts into ease,
darkness yields to light.
Grip opens into release,
stillness tames the chaos.
A steady flame,
unshaken and clear.
This is freedom from fear.
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π¦omething in me holds the blame.
π’ver and over, guilt lingers.
π₯emorse is my second language.
π₯egret grows quietly inside.
π¬et I wear it like a second skin.
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I'm torn.
Everywhere calls.
Nowhere waits.
Each moment pulls.
My body hums.
My mind thins.
I crave stillnessβ
but chase the blur,
afraid to miss the spark.
I'm present.
I'm absent.
A ghost in the crowd.
A conspiracy theory emergesβ
one mind pushes it away,
the other holds it close.
Neither mind finds full rest.
Both pull at the edges of belief,
spinning the tension that dwells within us:
between knowing and doubting,
between skepticism and faith.
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Two minds live inside us.
One moves by reasonβ
constructing clarity from fragments of proof.
It holds steady in logic,
finds comfort in the known.
The other moves by intuitionβ
unraveling meaning from the blur of feeling.
It leans into uncertainty,
drawn toward the unknown.