Me, Myself, and I (2026)

Talking to myself, as usual.

Tuesday, January 13^th, 2026:
         Many flowers out there, and all we do is step on them because we don't see them. Then when they wither, we trash them out, and sigh and wonder, why our lives is so bleak. Such are the nice people.

Tuesday, January 27^th, 2026:
         Negligence is the antonym to beauty, and the synonym to cruelty.

Tuesday, February 4^th, 2026:
         Essentially, creativity is nothing but blocks put together to form an entity; Seldom was it a seed that grows up. Whatever its nature is, nurturing it, is the bond that keeps it intact, and without it, it ceases to exist.