A weary soul surrenders the trappings of the material world and finds quiet reunion in the beautiful stillness of nothingness.

Withered Love. Silent Thorns. Unfelt Bloom.

I must retrace my thoughts and better ask ChatGPT if my thoughts are original or influenced by a great philosopher, AI.

Perhaps it is not to be debated, but rather letting the question be the answer in itself.

This poem is a soul’s quiet storm. A journey through shattered emotions and a wounded Earth.

Through vivid emotions and haunting silence, this poem reflects on the pain of loving someone who was never truly there.

The chains I once wore seem like a grace now that I have tasted the flavour of true freedom.

A contemplative journey through the blurred lines of purpose, fear, and acceptance. This piece unravels the uncertainty that shapes us.

A reflection on the raw essence of human behavior, unfiltered and instinctive.

how must i talk about myself when i have not mastered the art of self discovery.