i light a cigarette like a prayer, inhale smoke like holy incense, exhale sins into the night air. the ash falls like unanswered petitions, the glow like faith burning down too fast. i know this prayer kills me slowly, but at least it listens. sometimes belief is not about heaven, but about having something to hold between trembling fingers. smoke curls like scripture i can’t read, vanishing before i can memorize. yet i keep praying, coughing out devotion into the dark.

Light a candle, pour some tea, you're allowed to make peace your priority.

Listen with ears of tolerance. See through the eyes of compassion. Speak with the language of love - Rumi

Worrying does not take away tomorrow’s troubles. It takes away today’s peace.

we walk through mist holding fragile lanterns hoping to see a path that is barely there each flicker is courage each step is defiance against the unseen edges of doubt and fear even when the fog swallows light the lantern glows and our hearts follow it toward some distant dawn

My latest creative ART work Critics will claim that it's just another high-definition image of 3IATLAS from NASA. 🤣

sometimes hunger feels like a quiet oath a vow to choose intention over convenience to guard the hollow spaces that shape us rather than fill them with what numbs the ache the world rushes to offer easy answers but i wait, holding my own slow silence choosing the careful path over the crowded one even if it means walking with only my shadow there is a power in deliberate emptiness in refusing to settle for what bruises the spirit in trusting that loneliness can be a teacher and that patience sharpens the voice within i stand in this stillness with a steady spine knowing what i refuse shapes what i become

You can be vulnerable and still be powerful. You can have a gentle heart, but still be rock solid at your core. You can be as calm as a breeze, but as fierce as a tiger. The best people always embody both sides.