As I look up to the kindly skies and stars,
I wonder why we were born with fire in our souls —
A fire of anger, a fire of desperation.
And it seems to burn through every part of our lives.

But then,
I remembered how love calmed that blaze.
It kissed the flames that raged inside,
And hope came —
like a sea breeze, like waves —
soothing the scorched corners of my soul.

And suddenly, it all made sense:
That fire, that love,
That pain and peace —
They are what make us human.

They are what make us feel.
What make us alive.

that night,
i was brewing coffee in my favorite mug,
then began knitting another homemade scarf
while soft songs played in the background.

my mind began to wander—
is this the life i chose,
or one that was chosen for me?
this so-called unhealthy relationship...

i wondered:
is he thinking of me, smiling?
or wearing that same blank expression
he always gave
whenever we had another
boring conversation?

i began to ask myself:
have i wasted my time
on something i never truly liked?
have i wasted my years
on something i’ll always regret?

have i wasted my tears
on something i could never hold or reach?
or worse—
have i given up my soul and freedom
for something that never truly existed?

and yet,
i’m still sitting here
with my coffee,
knitting
another useless scarf
i’ll never wear.

Hark, when the weight of this world doth press upon thy frail shoulders,
and a rain of sorrows ceaseth not from thy weeping eyes, then hearken well!

For the heavens themselves whisper thy name upon the winds. Divine light, it cometh not with the clang of brazen bells, but through the rustling leaves that fall even as thou bowest thy head in despair, through the gentle breeze that doth caress the wounds within thy heart.

Know this, good friend, thou art celebrated not by the fleeting cheers of this mortal realm, but by the very kingdom that lies beyond the celestial sphere.
Angels dance in the heavens above, rejoicing over each tear thou shedst that is not in vain.

And I, though our paths diverge and our eyes meet not, I too celebrate thee, for the answer thou seekest, it knows the way back to thee.

It may tarry in its journey, yet it doth always arrive when the hour is ripe and the time is right. Take heart, and fear not!