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A different kind of God
“Isn’t it atrocious? The world is falling apart, newspapers filled with the news of crumbling lives and people with power dancing over others, plainly justifying their actions. I suppose, for some, God has stopped listening. Where do you think our prayers are going?” she asked while looking out of the window. “Probably where we always…
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The black butterfly
As the sun finally gasps before settling in the orange bay; the darkness creeps in, stealing all the colors of the day. With timid eyes rise the creatures of the night; silently fluttering, makes its way ‘the black butterfly.’ The world, surreal to her cast under the blanket of sorrow; dazzled with darkness, she looks…
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Our own prisoners
We cling to the ideas that we accumulate to give meaning to our existence. These ideas or beliefs either reflect our hidden insecurity towards certain aspects of life or portrays the course that we consider to be safe for our survival. Certainly, these beliefs are the fruits grown from the seeds that we had sown and nurtured for so…
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Still morning bliss
I ran away. I am still running. I may not reach to you, because there is no end to this running. I saw broken souls, I met people with broken smiles. I heard them giggle, when I saw their empty eyes. I listened to others’ heart, my own is out of voice. Still, I called…
The Mind Spaghetti 