it fascinates me.
Perhaps it is easier to accept than to confront the vast uncertainty surrounding us.
So let me leave you to wander within the misery of your certainty and the comfort of your acceptance.”
— Luper
“Man is limited and driven by trends — religion, government, culture, and inherited explanations of existence.
The more people accept something without question, the more I feel compelled to challenge it.
We are merely a speck suspended in the middle of nowhere,
But man, in reality, knows very little.
I’ve always communicated beyond words — sensing more than what is spoken. So when I watch people fiercely protect ideas handed to them simply because they ‘make sense,’
It’s about so much—and how it came to be. But it won’t be complete if these values are thrown away. In its truest essence, let’s preserve what gives it meaning—more so, with absolute awareness.
“Even in battle, there is dignity.
Not every victory deserves celebration—
some demand silence…
and respect for the fallen.
I do not lose myself in conflict.
Can you say the same?”
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Let ridicule lose its power over me,
and let my progress speak where my voice no longer needs to.
Bless those who tried to hold me down—
not because they deserve it,
but because You are just.
I place my steps, my future, and my quiet victories in Your hands.
Amen. 🦉
God of strength and silence,
You saw what 2025 carried.
You saw the weight meant to crush me—
yet You kept me standing.
When faces smiled and hands betrayed,
You shielded my spirit.
When insult dressed itself as help,
You taught me restraint, not revenge.
Cleanse my heart of bitterness,
but sharpen my discernment.
Let me remember without becoming hardened,
and forgive without returning to foolish paths.
As I rise, keep me humble.
As my energy awakens, guide it with wisdom.
My calm feels like a curse. Even when it’s killing me inside, I can’t perform desperation. I exist in terrains where exaggeration is rewarded. The loud and dramatic seem to win beyond merit or reason. Now I just work, pray, and push forward —
Our screams,
our kisses,
our prayers —
are echoes collapsing backward
into the same silence that birthed them.
The sun died long ago,
its ghost still tracing warmth
across your cheek,
a lie made of light and distance.
And somewhere,
beyond clocks and pulse,
you’ve already fallen