mare

the human spirit cannot endure everything
          some fractures remain inside, some weariness never rests
          the body rests in sleep, the mind in silence, but the soul only rests in understanding
          and that is the hardest thing to find in this world: true understanding

i grew a flower that will not bloom in a dream that will not come true

your garden doesn't grow because every time it blooms you pluck it to prove to others that you are a gardener

everyone loves the sea
          or thinks they do
          loving the sea means enduring its waves
          if you're going to run away at the sight of those waves, don't even encounter the sea
          we can't blame it for always being choppy
          we never know what kind of storms are raging inside what creates such violent waves
          but i'm sure that one day, someone will dare to swim in the sea
          and at that moment
          it will be so peaceful that the sea won't even be able to move

come on, stand before me again
          let's dance shyly again
          let's relive the sweet little excitement of that first message
          let's value each other again
          let's solve our problems with long conversations again
          come on, wish again..wish you could see me, even if it's just for five minutes
          come unexpectedly to the class i'm studying for 
          come to our house unexpectedly like an uninvited guest
          act like you didn't force me to leave you
          i miss you so much
          take away my longing

perhaps that’s why love hurts so much
          because it’s not just an unrequited expectation… 
          it’s like surrendering yourself, then being expelled from the place you surrendered
          and you’re still sitting there
          maybe they’ll return
          maybe they’ll look
          but the deepest silence comes from the person you’ve been waiting for the most 
          and that silence is where your heart resonates the most

it’s as if i’m inside them, but they’re oblivious to me and you know what’s worst? 
          it doesn’t go away
          if it did, maybe the pain would stop 
          but it stays
          in my head, in my heart, at the tip of my breath 
          love feels stuck not in my heart, but in my soul

that "emptiness" one feels within is actually the simplest awareness of existence
          while this feeling often seems like a lack, it is actually the trace of one's search for "completeness."
          
          feeling emptiness is sometimes the closest you come to knowing yourself
          because when the noise of the outside world recedes, you are left alone with yourself
          and in this silence, you question who you are, what you believe in, and what you seek
          
          perhaps emptiness is the space the soul opens to breathe
          it exists not to achieve fullness, but to construct meaning within itself
           
          meaning is created not outside, but within the seeker

taking on too much responsibility makes you mature but it also drains your life energy
          no matter how old you are
           if there's no child living inside you
           you're already dead

being a good person also has its costs
          not everyone can perceive this goodness and those who do become victims of dangerous emotions
          too much of everything is harmful
          indeed, "everything"