... where my muse goes for 2023 ... |
When their presence graces the surroundings, one might occasionally perceive an overwhelming abundance of hospitality being bestowed upon them. It is simply beyond the realm of possibility to alter their essence. At this juncture, I find myself bereft of viable options to alter the prevailing circumstances. It has reached a juncture where the act of drawing breath becomes an arduous endeavour, barely within my grasp. It is merely a question of creating space within my schedule to fully embrace the essence of existence. In the vast expanse of existence, one cannot deny the ever-present potential for metamorphosis. In the ephemeral realm of existence, a mere flicker of inattention is all it takes for the delicate balance of my being to be irrevocably disrupted. I grant them the freedom to embrace their true essence, fully aware that they will effortlessly divulge every fragment of their being, unreservedly and without restraint. In the realm of creation, the birth of novelty necessitates the annihilation of the familiar. Inevitably, I find myself compelled to mend all that unravels in the wake of their presence, for there is no alternative but to do so. To put it simply, this is how we function as a whole. We are like a vast labyrinth of interconnected thoughts and emotions, navigating through the enigmatic corridors of existence. Our lives are filled with inexplicable encounters and surreal experiences where the boundaries between reality and imagination blur. We are but characters in a grand narrative, written by the whims of fate and the mysteries of the universe. And yet, amidst all this, I find no issue in acknowledging the undeniable truth that there exist individuals who are inherently unsuited for the harmonious convergence of souls. For me, the way I see it, it seems that this is how things must be. My faith, like a delicate thread, weaves through the fabric of my existence. It is a mysterious force that is my most profound longing. |