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I don’t want to live on a planet that kills children. I even play with the thought of leaving. But where would I go?  I can’t say I’m super keen on hanging out on Mars with Elon and all his ex-wives. The moon seems to be a

To live with truth and reality. It’s brutally early. I woke up at 5 and haven’t been able to fall asleep again. Now, an hour later dawn has broken, and the world feels somewhat more welcoming to wake up to. Morning light has that serene beauty that is

I need to paint the picture carefully so you fully understand the scene. My bedroom is slightly messy, stuff on the floor. Some things are mine but most of the scattered clothing of random kind belongs to my daughter who is either born without an organising interest or just simply

The dramatically unclear way of living when it is a beautiful struggle How can one word have completely different meanings? How does what we see, confuse what we understand? I read the definitions of the word beast: 1a: a four-footed mammal as distinguished from a human being, a lower vertebrate,

Experience is what you get when you didn’t get what you wanted. The numerous things I’ve wanted. But never got. The many hopes I’ve had. But that got crushed. Complex and monstrous twirling thoughts get stuck in a tiring history of dreams I didn’t score. Sometimes

The vulnerable dreams of hope If I could protect my children with words. Then I would put a protective membrane of the most beautiful phrases around their tiny bodies every morning. A transparent film so sparkling and tender, that fluttered in the wind and reflected the sun. A cover just