I chased the gold, I chased the blaze, wore borrowed crowns of shining praise. The world leaned in, I held it fast, believing power was built to last. Fame whispered songs in velvet tone, a sweet illusion, brightly sewn. Yet not one note, however deep, could warm the chill that shadows keep. The mirror swore I was complete unbroken will, perfected feat. I ruled the hours, bent the days, thought time itself would know my face. Then death arrived—no knock, no sound, no bargain struck, no holy ground. It peeled my titles, name, and flame, and left me bare, without my claim. All that glittered fell to dust, the throne, the strength, the fragile trust. In silence now, the truth is said no crown outlives the breath we shed. So hear the hymn the ending breath sings softly still—no soul outpaces death.

𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝐵𝑒 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝

I chased the gold, I chased the blaze, wore borrowed crowns of shining praise. The world leaned in, I held it fast, believing power was built to last. Fame whispered songs in velvet tone, a sweet illusion, brightly sewn. Yet not one note, however deep, could warm the chill that shadows keep. The mirror swore I was complete unbroken will, perfected feat. I ruled the hours, bent the days, thought time itself would know my face. Then death arrived—no knock, no sound, no bargain struck, no holy ground. It peeled my titles, name, and flame, and left me bare, without my claim. All that glittered fell to dust, the throne, the strength, the fragile trust. In silence now, the truth is said no crown outlives the breath we shed. So hear the hymn the ending breath sings softly still—no soul outpaces death.

Nature 🌹

To bloom, we borrow rain and sun, the gentle yes, the hard-won one. From honeyed praise to sharper tone, each word becomes a stepping stone. A kind remark can warm the day, a careful truth can shape our way. For light alone is thin and brief— depth is born from shadowed grief. Without the fall, we fear the height; without the night, we miss the light. So let all voices, soft or stern, be notes through which our spirits learn A flower opens, calm and slow, not caring who may come or go. It drinks the light, it bears the rain, and turns all weather into gain.

I dwell within my private sphere, a hidden world where I am near where colors drift and corners lean, and truth lives softly, bare, unseen. No clamor dares to cross the gate, for silence here knows how to wait. It breathes in hush, in gentle hue, and shapes a peace the heart once knew. The souls within this quiet place read every shadow on my face. They know my dusk, they know my dawn, the dreams I keep, the nights I’m worn. Outside, the world may pull and strain, may trade in noise, in rush, in pain. But here, my pulse finds tender proof a love that needs no armor, no roof. Though small it seems to distant eyes, it holds a sky of honest skies. I walk this path, unbound, sincere, with those who know me always near.