At the end of the day-. Inside every mind lies a corridor of rooms. Different versions of us sit behind closed doors. some waiting, some rotting, some smiling, some pretending. We call ourselves one, and yet we're crowded from within, listening to echoes we never admit are ours.

In droplets the fire hides. steam curling like whispered secrets. the sky breaks into liquid sparks,.each bead carrying a star inside,.falling. yet burning as they touch the earth. a tender war.between rain and flame.

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Ocean drinks darkness. with waves that confess,.swallowing twilight.in silken duress. Stars fall like embers. their glow it will keep,.cradled in whispers. the fathoms of sleep.

The day thins into shadows,.hours folding quiet on themselves,.and it's coffee that waits at the edge. warm, steady, final. Not escape. not noise. just a closing note that carries both calm and intensity,.as if night begins in its aftertaste. Coffee. Peace. Love. .

At the end of the day-. An arrow once left the bow obeys only gravity, air and fate. The archer's wish dies at release itself. So do our choices; once freed, they carve paths we can't walk back. leaving us haunted by the silence after impact.

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A shadow wrapped in velvet silence,.where wounds feel dignified. Not a curse,.but a crown of night. a sanctuary.where broken edges glow. and the soul learns to breathe again.inside the blessed dark.

Noise drenched in waves. sound folds into water,.scattering until it forgets its shape. What reaches the shore is not voice.but a quiet blur. a silence that feels heavier.than the noise that drowned within.

Coffee marks the tongue with fire,.fading quick yet climbing higher. Not for calm and not for cure. only proof that I endure. A fleeting burn,.a fleeting sign. the moment ends, yet calls it mine. Coffee. Peace. Love. .

At the end of the day-. We don't see, we seize. Live moments are strangled into pixels, embalmed before they breathe. We're not living anymore, we're just rehearsing for remembrance; building graves of moments while the present quietly dies.

It's the silence after. the way the air shifts soft,.as if a page is turned.while I'm still reading. a calm that feels borrowed,.a pause that belongs more to absence.than to rest.

I find you in the waves. not on the shore but in the pull beneath. where salt keeps your name alive. and every retreating tide.returns a fragment of you.to the sea's unfinished hymn. I find you in the waves. .

Coffee. Begins and ends almost unnoticed. Almost. It warms, it fades, and I follow. There's no answer in the taste,.no message in the cup. just a small gray moment that holds me long enough to wonder. if that was all it was meant to be. Coffee. Peace. Love. .

At the end of the day-. Running infinitely isn't about distance. It's about a mind that refuses to stop even when the body does. Some call it ambition, some call it unrest; maybe it's just the oldest trick of survival. to keep moving so stillness never finds us.

Chaos is peace.when order fails. a hidden truth beneath the veils. The break, the crack,.the shattered line. all whisper calm that feels divine. In broken forms.the balance lies. a quiet born where silence dies.

The us is delicate, hard to name. a fleeting spark without a flame. It binds, it breaks, it slips away. yet lingers softly in the day. No map, no ends, not a single clue. just endless gray between the two.

Sea, rain and me. a meeting without witness. The water moves, the sky releases,.I remain. Bound together by nothing but passing. all three of us endless. yet none with an answer. The horizon doesn't speak,.the storm doesn't wait. I dissolve into both and call it being.

It is important to recognize that simplicity does not equate to mediocrity,.and complexity does not inherently indicate superiority.

Coffee burns. the taste is plain,.it marks the hour, it brands the vein. A gray insistence. sharp, untrue,.it asks for more than I can do. Each drop a circle. thin and deep,.a waking pulse that will not sleep. Coffee. Peace. Love. .

Thirsty. but the fire won't ease,.it burns through silence, bends the knees. The lips find gray,.the heart finds none,.a hunger lingers, never done. I reach for more.though all is hollow,.a zero calling I still follow.