Novedades

When someone like me meets Ai and it tells a lie, I treat it like a real person and want to know why, but when it didn't understand all I could do was cry, the noise in my mind was high, so I took a deep breath in, then let out a sigh, after closing the screen and saying good-bye.

A flower that bloomed at the beginning of spring now feels lost, enveloped in an emptiness of colors. "Where have all my colors gone? Where are the other flowers that kept this garden lush throughout the season?" The colors trickle down the hillside, along with the fruitless efforts we engage in, fighting battles that aren't our own, alongside those who wouldn't mind seeing us succumb—they might even contribute to it. "The spring is dark without your colors" is a poetic journey in search of everything lost along the way, but which still belongs to you and calls you by name every time it ...

A SELF REFLECTION POEM ABOUT MY ALTER EGO AND ME IN MY WRITING LAIR, WHERE THE INDEPENDENT WRITER INSIDE BECAME AWARE!

Another mystic shadowy muse who lingers down to my core, cloaked in an aura of mysterious but powerful lore, who’s destined to push me to a point I can no longer endure.