One day, you simply find yourself awake - aware - in a vast, silent universe. “I am me,” you think, somehow. It’s completely random, WTF! I’m a human being? Just this one, out of infinite possibilities? And there’s only one sure thing: I will die. Is that the highest form of cruelty, or just a really bad joke? Yet somehow, in the midst of this absurd vapor, people still find reasons to feed their ego
I have never been there, but it feels like home. do we have other lives?
tough morning, everything is blurred
No return. I was nothing. Now they stare
under your wings i'll hide
I have only one faith: faith in humanity. Not for now. But when the time comes - when the final decision arrives - I believe we will follow our hearts
Sometimes, surrender. Abandon everything. Try to go back — but where is 'back' now?
Life is the cruelest irony - you're given the most beautiful thing in the world, only to lose it. A gift so precious, yet destined to slip through your fingers. That’s the price of being alive
to the heart of darkness!
they came from the inside, they were always there
what happened here?
800th
missing to something that I never had
whispers of the past on my head. they comfort me reminding that I survived, that I’ve felt deeply, that I were once someone else, and still are
We are always evolving, but into what darkness are we becoming?
The question keeps coming back, haunting my thoughts and stealing my sleep. But what does it matter when it always leads me to the same empty place?
Everything swings like a pendulum. Yesterday, I felt the whole world. Today, I'm nothing but a flea, a speck of dust in the void
everything will burn
In the face of aggression, even ghosts tremble
I'm posting every day for over two years. It's funny that some people think they can offend you or make you feel bad just because you're using AI. It's funny how many people rationalize their own lack of progress or creativity by looking down on tools they don't understand. They feed their ego by pretending they're "purer" or "more authentic" - as if struggling without help is somehow more noble than getting things done
Were you the smart one?
It feels like we are watching ourselves — a world of mirrors
It comes from the heart
Crushed by life's finitude - so unjust, so hard to bear. No glory, no grand farewell, just an end. Simply… the end