Perhaps thy vengeance for the treasonous passage of time Shall accumulate as abundant joy in the end, As thy patience flows deep through thy veins. Perhaps the enmity thou hast built with fate, The cruelty of the lines thou hast perceived, Shall be the very moment for thee to rejoice. Perhaps the obscure hope that doth dwell in shadows, Shall shine clear as the blue sky that doth shroud thy way. The grim will turn to serenity, Like rippling waters healing thy wounds. Perhaps the dark shall soon unfurl the stars, To guide thee forward—thus, cease not! Covet thy dreams and stay resilient, For none shall gainsay thee. Perhaps to live a life is a worthy idea. -Vic
Welcome! Now you can see what's inside my mind. Writing will always be my self-defense, my medium. When the tongue can't form words, I find solace and joy in putting thoughts into writing, crafting a sanctuary where emotions dance on the pages. I believe that words have the ability to connect, inspire, and heal. So, welcome to the gallery of my mind, where every word is a stroke of the brush in the masterpiece of life.