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Tonight, the night seems so long. It's like tomorrow will never come. I fall asleep, I wake up, and only a few minutes had passed. Maybe the sun never will rise again. Maybe this is just a slow march into a deeper night, colder, darker, endless.

The night sky looked beautiful as ever
As I lay there, looking in wonder
I searched for a star, a star I called mine
And wished for something, a safety line
But the star remained distant, a light against the black sky
And I'm left alone again, a constant, wondering why
The waters of sleep and grief fell over me
And I felt them dragging me down
I used to fight them nightly
But now I can do nothing but drown
Still my star shines on up above
With silent eyes observing the event
Unmoving and unchanging
A light against the dark

Friends: Heeey, are you finally over him?
Me: Of course! It's been more than a year since I got over him.
*but I wonder, am I really over him?*
I don't think we ever really "get over" anyone. When we fall in love or even just develop a crush for someone, they leave a mark on us. No matter what we do, we can never erase this mark. I guess what we really do is learn to let go of that person. We learn to accept that they aren't for us and that they'd probably be happier with someone else. In truth, our feelings for that person never goes away, it just fades and dulls with time.

So, no, I'm not over him. I never will. But I've learned to let him go. After all, I can see that he's really happy with the one he loves.

"If humanity has a long history of murder, is murder still inhuman, or is murder the most human trait of all?"
- Anonymous

If one must fly, one must be ready to fall.

If one must swim, one must be ready to drown.

If one must speak, one must be ready to listen.

February

A Flame less as bright as I remember
A flame as old as time
I can’t remember how I’m
A yellow rose with red tips

You moved me.
With the sun kissing your cheek
With your voice that swells of melody
That tickles with sweet laughter

You moved me.
You were of sweet candy whose curve
Of your lips tasted as sweet as of sugar cubes,
You were of the sweet nuclear love you
Gave when days are blue.

You moved me.
Left.
You did.

You still moved me.
With your sincerest goodbyes, a sweet
Voice that clicked with a sputtering cry.

You moved me
You did.

I wish I moved you too.

It's 10:01
I can't believe this.
I want to turn back time.
I want to go back to before I sent that message.
I want to go back to before the contest.
I want to go back to that time when all three of us were actually happy together.
Broken, but happy.
But, I can't.
And I can't fix this.
So tomorrow I'll end it.
And maybe by doing so, you'll come to forgive me.
Goodbye.
It's 10:05

"Artists must see the technicalities of their work while scientists and engineers must see the art in what they study"

That which I displace will let me ascend
If Earth's forces on me at least,
Equate that of which
The space it contains, multiply.
The density of where I stand.
If equal to how Gaia pulls on me,
I assure you I will never sink

"I don't want a story of good versus evil.
I don't want a passionate tale of the oppressed and the oppressors.
I don't want a single person to be the only one who can fix the world.

I want a story where nothing is exaggerated.
Where no sides will be taken,
no person to be right,
no person to be wrong,
where everyone has their own suffering

Just a world where people did what they thought was right,
where they thought their actions would make things bright
where every person had their own reasons
where all experienced pain, and some happiness

Because in the end we're all just people struggling to understand why."

Translation of my uncle's words of wisdom:

"Money can be squandered, but never food."