Birds Flying Out Of There Nests, The Sun Unwrapping Itself For The Day Some Geniuses Are Being Born And

Now, if you cannot prove to me that science solely exists on its own,

please let me believe my God in peace.

For all your knowledge, inventions, discoveries might as well be duplications of what God already created in the beginning.

Tell me something new— something beyond the CHATGPT that thinks like a man, replies like a man, and relies solely on the knowledge of man, a creation of God.

So let me have my God, while you perfect your machines.

That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.

Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.

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guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.

Art by @kmcvisuals

Once, I was a fisherboy— happy with everything that happened.

It’s all behind me now. Everything that happens intimidates me.

Someday, I’ll reach the great lakes, become a fisherboy again, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll learn to enjoy what time offers me.

Fisherboy

A life-changing epiphany.

A complication.

A trepidation

that even in 

the insurgents,

the ones with 

bottles and bottles 

of red pills,

the Mavericks.

Within them,

lies those 

still 

enslaved by 

the very fruits of their rebellion.

They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved

that

kind of awkwardness.

We live between

bad choices

and worse ones,

and we choose the bad,

hoping that at least

we shall survive.

Mere survival is what

alot of us sometimes

sleeplessly

struggle for.

i rarely re-read but always keep them at heart,the journey they take me to.

Looks like it’s kindle time again and a reread too.

They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved

that

kind of awkwardness.

Lies Of There gods. Am sorry !? NO, but a god that tells me to do what's real to me differs not from a marriage that encourages me into a threesome or worse a gang bang.