Sprint

As the sun sinks into the horizon,

the lingering warmth dissipates,

and the shadow of the night creeps in,

you can feel it in your bones it is the time again.

It is the time to fast, to withhold the pleasures,

to go through the arduous routine and rise to the occasion

not just once, but again, and again, and again.

It is the time to face the darkness,

to dance with it

without having it leave any traces on you.

And there’s no guarantee you will make it the other end.

But the decision has been made already

and the only way is to go forward.

Can you pull this trick again?

Yes, I can. I will. I am.

Unseen

It’s a worthwhile to fight for

but remember to be soft and kind

to those who have been through too much.

The road’s not always filled with trenches

but also a long walk through the dark forest

mingling among the crowd with or without anonymity

and sometimes waiting for the sun to rise.

Remember to love.

Seek its profoundness.

Believe in its path.

8.2.2026

Mastery

As I ran uphill on this mountain

I wondered what all this was for.

Was it glory

Maybe pleasure

Or survival

But in the end

It was about who I am

And what meaning I wanted to make

With the remaining time that I have.

So I remembered you

And maybe our meeting was meaningless

But some part of me wants to believe

That it mattered

No matter how much time has passed.

So I rise again.

Because I believe in us.

8.1.2026