It is that time in one's life,
Where uncertainty has become mundane,
And it feels too scary to dream about the simplest things,
Like what and how you want the next day to be.

Because you have been disappointed so many times,
As it never goes as planned,
And it is left by the society of you,
To decide your life as you watch it play,
Like it's not even yours.

~ Myra

In a time long past,
I met an angel, beautiful and pure.

Her melodic voice sang enchanting tunes,
Beauty and purity flowed through the air.

Then, far away, she was taken from me,
Branded a threat, they claimed.

But all I perceived were harmonies that enthralled,
Igniting my senses with enchanting melodies.

Still, I visit my angelic muse,
Lost to me in a long-forgotten time.

Her allure forever captivates,
Yet I remain unable to draw near.

For she was taken from me,
As the songs she alone knew were beautiful and pure.

~Myra

Younglings, do not let thy old flame wither.
Take time by the forelock and be of an argus eye against demise,
Do not let regret wallow deep and erode thy joy.
Younglings, persevere onward to thy dream,
For what is life's purpose when exasperation consumes deep, deep, deep and consumes thy very existence?
Buckle down, life is esoteric in nature.
Be thou ready for the confrontation ahead,
For success is not akin to a flash in the pan.
Do not fall through, for the rest of thy days will be hopeless,
Younglings, do not let thy old flame wither.

~Myra

We, too, committed similar acts, perhaps even worse,
Those very things we lamented and used to judge others.
We, too, broke hearts and caused unrequited love,
Inflicted pain upon others and harbored hatred thereof.
With our words, dreams were shattered into dust,
If karma is just and impartial, we all deserve it's thrust.

No, you're not a bad person,
We're all flawed, with faults that make us sigh.
Alas, we're all the same, ever so cruel with desires.

~Myra

And that very day came, I gave up on trying so hard, on trying too hard.
Then I saw things a little bit clearer, and everything became a little bit better.

~Myra

I hope we don't drain ourselves in trying to keep a friendship going.

Tons of hues spilled in a dark room,
It made no difference.

~Myra

He walks through a tunnel,
Sees others like him, he holds hope for the light.
He fights his demons alongside the tunnel's demon.
Going further, they strive for the light.
A few made it not, devoured by demons of the tunnel. A few lose hope at the thought of the light never appearing.

The light! He sees it. Finally, he emerges from the tunnel.
Oh! He realizes there's another tunnel.
Linked to this tunnel, he does not yield, holding hope alongside those who made it out.
Then he enters the tunnel, the only path through the abyss. More demons await, but they press on.
Oh, a few stopped, lamenting, "There is no freedom from this."
Oh, a few are devoured.

He continues, emerging again into another tunnel.
Another tunnel, and another, with stronger demons. Hope fades.
Linked, linked, linked.
It is life, it is death, it is a choice. Onward he goes.

As long as there are people to walk through them, demons await.
As long as there are people walking through, there are more to tell the story of how the journey never truly ends.

As long as there are people walking through them, there are the higher ones, perhaps, perhaps not, who will continue to make these tunnels.

~Myra

Thank you all for being part of this journey.
It's been 3 months wow!
Happy new year everyone. God bless you all❤️❤️❤️