in the subtlety of time,
they dragged me into a dark pit of existence,
sundered my being with their sharp claws
of everything as dark as their eye pupils
they had no ears to listen to my wails,
chained in terror, at loss for hope;
I was their sole epitome of misanthrope,
birthed by my own mind; demons beyond my scope

loneliness engulfed me; the downside of solitude
demons voided me from a life well-pursued
they were an illusion who loves to delude,
day by day, I attempted to befriend them,
what better way to lure an enemy into a friend condemned?

yet there was a root to its subsistence,
there was pain to its persistence,
it was real, desiring for our coexistence.

IA ☕

I think it's beautiful to be constantly reminded
that orchestras are composed of diverse instruments
embracing individuality to create a harmony undead,
by the conductor's hands, a music lives, unfolding beautiful sentiments.

IA ☕

life is paradoxically beautiful and cruel,
but happiness and discontentment is just a mental duel,
there are so many reasons to be happy
despite having landed rock bottom,
despite regrets,
despite pain,
despite loss,
despite grief,
despite hell.

life's too short to let your demons dance your own stage,
to let pain and death tremble you as your misery's wage,
life won't ever be out to get you, so smile at that,
you're not born in demand to have your whole life mapped;
write, compose, maybe shout what you feel,
paint art in abstractions, in lines with zeal,
listen to the kind of music that would wrap your soul safe & sound
laugh at the misery, because as tough as it is, you can't be dragged down.

IA