Blog (2023)

         The threads of existence are coming undone, leading to a volatile breakdown of the surrounding reality; it is collapsing. The clown found himself overwhelmed by a tumultuous river of emotions; his small vessel tossed and turned until he could no longer keep his head above water. Like a melancholic conclusion to a verse, he succumbed to his own tears and drowned. The storm descended upon us, and the crow claimed its victims. I, too, felt a call to depart from this place, for my time here was drawing to a close. No one can remain eternally in this world, not here. The culmination of my journey arrived shortly after the curve of this path. Whenever I ponder the future, an ominous feeling engulfs me, and I cannot shake it off. The road that lies ahead appears to be shrouded in ambiguity and fraught with the possibility of unforeseen obstacles. The future seems comparable to a dimly lit alleyway that stretches on endlessly—a desolate view that proffers no respite as hardships mound.

         He stood there, gazing, just watching the train pass by him again and again, like it was a dream, waving goodbye each time. He put in his effort, and he wasn't the least bit timid; he wasn't giving up. That depiction flawlessly captures his essence. He held onto the conviction that his spirit bore wings, enabling him to soar among the highest stars—the sleepy heavens above.