It isn’t me—what’s happening to me?

The strength I had is depleting quietly.

Why does the heart ache so often?

Can a soul soften without a heartbreak too often?

Little did I know it would all happen here—

Where the purity of my heart went unreputed, unclear.

Maturity makes you head on so quick,

Then why am I still standing on the same old brick?

Sacrifice asks for far more than told,

Maybe it shields my heart from turning cold.

Silence is the sweetness I’m blessed with now,

Peace makes the world a little less fragile—how?

Answers I hold for questions unknown,

Still, I strive hard for the lesser cyclone.

5/31/2026

dear diary,

it's been 286 days since i have been out of the mental hospital, 411,840 minutes since i've killed my parents, and 24,710,400 seconds since i've breathed fresh air, and all of it was worth it.

The torture they put me through, all came down to their own daughter stabbing them 1035 times. Payback of them hitting me 1035 times when they started to drink.

I need to admit that staying in this small enclosed room with barely anything is nothing but depressing, but the sight of the biggest traitors lying dead in front of you erases the pain. At the end the surroundings really don't matter, at all.

The only things i miss is my childhood. The laughter, the happiness, movie nights, day out with friends, and no drinking.

Now i just count the seconds, minutes, hours, days and years, the only thing keeping me entertained. It feels weird holding my own diary and pen after almost a year of not writing, but it also feels good because the hospital found it in the ruins of my burnt homeand gave it back to me.

Sometimes, i do need to kill peopleget rid of people to satisfy myself, and i am not afraid or ashamed to admit it,or show it.

Caught up in a fabricated world of pretend, you blast off to another dimension hoping to find something, hoping to find meaning of something greater. You may see something new, experience something great like nothing you’ve never experienced before, and maybe meet someone new, but is it enough to satisfy your hunger? You may experience new emotions, new feelings you’ve never thought you would ever have. You may experience thoughts that you never knew you would even think about. What did you expect? What were you hoping to find? Was it everything you could have ever imagined? Did it blow your mind? Was it an unforgettable experience for you? I ask myself these things. Not everyday of course. I ask myself, why am I even here, experiencing these emotions? Why am I here meeting these people again and again? Why do I return only to feel even more lost than ever before in this dimension, this fabricated world of make believe. Everyone has their assignments; everyone has their roles. I could care less what my role is. It seems that along the way, when I found that special someone, I lost all sense of reality. I wanted nothing, yet I wanted everything. What did you expect? When everything in my world became about her, I soon realized that I did not have a role to play. There’s nothing to do. There is no reason to exist in this fabricated world of lullabies. The space and the role that I wish to fill has been occupied for a long time by someone else. Oh, how I envy you. What a lucky guy. But do you really appreciate your role? Do you really want it, like how I want it? You don’t. I know you don’t. You are just there to fill up the space. The space that I realized I needed in my life. It will never happen. What did you expect? Expectations only lead to this one thing, and that’s a simple word called disappointment. Deep down I guess he needs you as much as you need him, whatever role he may play with you that’s only between both of you. I’m blasting off to space again, in my simple rocket ship to look at the stars. Maybe that’s exactly where I belong. Maybe I belong on a far-off distant planet somewhere. Maybe my role is to be alone and experience life in solitude. From far away I can focus on creating the most beautiful things no one has ever seen. And when I return from my long rough journey maybe I’ll see you again. Or maybe not…. What did you expect? Did you expect a happy ending with butterflies and a kiss from someone you love the most? Ha. You’re pathetic. Things outside this fabricated world don’t work that way buddy. Keep dreaming. But remember, those that dream stay asleep and never want to wake up, because reality hurts. Keep your affections locked away because nobody wants it, they don’t care. Time moves on and another dimension is created. No matter what dimension you jump to, just know that no one is waiting for you there. No one wants you. No one needs you. What did you expect?

Bölüm müziğimiz: Billie Eilish- Wildflower

Bazı insanlar vardır; ne söylenseler duyulmaz, ne hissetler yok sayılır. Fikirleri kabul görmez, hemen kenara itilir. İşte biz, hep susturulanlardanız. Zincirlerimizi kırıp sesimizi duyurmaya çalışırız, ama öyle bastırılırız ki, o cılız sesimiz bile içimize kaçar.

Bazen bu sessizlikte sadece buluyorum. Önce içimi yakan, yüksek voltajlı bir öfke bedenimi sarıyor. Yaklaşık yirmi dakika boyunca hiçbir şeyi düşünemedim, sadece öfke içinde olur. Ama konuşamam. Çünkü susturuldum. Daha sonra yerlerdeki öfkeye değil, hayal gücünü bırakırm. Ve bu onu artık geçemez. Anlaşılmamak, önemsenmemek, bastırılmak… İçimde bir yara gibi taşırım.

Benim yaşadığım hep daha yoğun, daha derin yaşanır. Bu yüzden kırılan da hep ben unutmayın. Biliyorum, bu sevginin derecesi insanların bana sunduğu sıfır çaba, sıfır ilgi, sıfır yüzünden. Onlar eksik verdikçe, ben fazlası belki de.

Bazen içim o kadar daralıyor ki... kendimden dünyadan soyutlanmış, gözlerim boşluğa dalmış halde buluyorum. Hiçbir olayı unutuyorum çünkü zihnimde dönen ilişkiler, günlük hayatıma yer kalmıyor. Ben içeride savaşıp duruyorken, birileri gelecekte yaşamın tam ortasını darmadağın ediyor. Ve ben, onun defasında sanki gizlicen "Gel, canımı yak" der gibi kollarımı açıyorum. Oysa içerideki susturulmuş ses, “Artık istemiyorum” bile diyemiyor.

Geçen günün bir ilki dizisi. İlk defa, ilişkileri ben kestim. O mesaj yazmak sadece iki saniye sürdü belki ama bana iki gün kaybettirdi. Çünkü bazılarının kişisel gibi kırılgan, duygusal sanıyorum. Ama neden kendime bu kadar yükleniyorum? Neden bu kadar acı çekiyorum? Artık gerçekten yoruldum.

Artık elimde savaşacak bir sebep bile kalmadı…

Bu cümle kısa ama neredeyse tüm yaşam özetleniyor.

İnsanlar, hayatlarında şeyler şeyler için çaba gösteriyor. Biri güzel bir elbise için, diğer hayalini kurduğu bir araba için hazırlanıyor. Sayısız hedef, sayısız istek… Benim tek çabamı biliyor musun? Sevilmek… “Beni sevsin, orada ol” diye didindim. Ama ne oldu? Bir şimşek gibi kafamda çaktı gerçek: yine ortada kala kaldım. Sonra düşündüm…

Ne kadar acımasız bu insanlar. Ne kadar acımasız bu dünya.

Aynı şeylerin tamamı geldiğinde, artık başkalarını değil, suçlamaya katılmadım. "Ben onu bu kadar sevmesem, bu kadar üzülmezdim. Ben ona bu kadar değer vermesem, bana bu kadar rahat kötü söz söyleyemezdi. Ben onu gözümde bu kadar büyütmesem, sadece yokluğunda beni arayan, benimle çığlık atan biri olduğunu anladım..."

Bunlar, içeride biriken hayal kırıklıklarıdır.

Şimdi o insanlar yok. Çünkü onlara öyle büyük bir güç verdim ki, benden kolayca vazgeçebildiler. Hayatım boyunca arkamdan gelen, “Nasılsın?” diye içtenlikle soran, düşüncelerimi anlayan çalışan biri olmuyor. Ama ben herkese tam da böyle yaklaştım...

Ve artık bir karar aldım: Kimse için çabalamayacağım.Benimle kalmak isteyen, birlikte arkadaş olmak isteyen, gerçekten bir bağ kurmayı isteyen insanlar biraz çabalasın.

Çünkü bu hayat, bu kadar acıyı taşıyacak kadar uzun değil. Ve ben bu kadar acıyı kaldırabilecek kadar güçlü değilim.

BÖLÜM SONU...

They are not sisters by the threads of birth,

But something deeper gave their bond its worth—

A quiet tether, soft and undefined,

Woven through time by hearts aligned.

From childhood days till adolescence came,

They grew like vines, with love rich and rare.

They've kept a thread no time can fray,

A bond that years won't wash away.

From sharing toys to late-night talks,

Watching Powerpuff Girls, to movie all-nighters long—

Laughing together, their hearts in tune,

They get each other in silence smooth.

One leads with grace, her voice the guide,

With wisdom calm and dreams wide-eyed.

One laughs in light, her spirit free—

A breeze that shakes the tallest tree.

One stands with fire, bold and bright—

A storm that shields with all her might.

Like Blossom’s strength, so firm and clear,

Like Buttercup, who shows no fear,

Like Bubbles, pure in joy and sound—

In them, the sweetest charms are found.

In silly talks and quiet care,

They find their home just being there.

Different hues, one shared delight—

They glow like stars in soft twilight.

Not chance, not choice, but something more—

A kinship felt from soul to core.

In constellations gently spun,

Three hearts that shine as if they are one.

Army dreamers. That’s what we are. That’s who I am. A dreamer. Always been laughed at for escaping brutal reality and diving into my books, my poems, my mind. My mind is a great thing, a great thing of great responsibility. Of vulnerability. Creativity. Fantasy. I like to dream, daydream even. I can flee into the world I paint; it’s beautiful there. So beautiful. So peaceful. Green grass with beautiful flowers, touched by the gentle breeze of wind. Birds chirping in the sky, playing together in the seemingly endless blue sky. Clouds passing by like the bullets on the battlefield. Leaves falling from the trees like my comrades and friends in the trenches. What a waste. What a waste of army dreamers. The flowers in my dreams, they’re red. Like the blood that stains my hand, all our hands.

I try to escape it: the screams and cries, the horrible pictures of young men clutching their wounds in desperation to stay alive. Alive is what we were supposed to be. Become a rock star, a politician, a father. But those are dreams. Beautiful dreams, not reality. Just dreams. Dreams we all have, dreams we share and dreams we so desperately want to become reality. Some call it naive to want such things, but maybe...maybe it’s just our desperation. Desperation to escape our fates and live our dreams.

A gasp next to me, then silence. Another one gone, fear in his dull eyes, so young and so brown. So innocent. Fighting for something made up by other people, richer people, better people. People who mustn’t suffer the consequences of their own ideals. People who don't see the horror they bring upon the world with their own eyes. He’s in a better place now; he can live his dream. Not my dream, only his dream. An army dreamer, he was. Just like all of us. A dreamer.

After that day, the externals began. Then the semester-end exams arrived like an avalanche.Januarybecame a blur of tension and ticking clocks — PDFs flooding WhatsApp, people panicking over units they hadn’t touched, doubt circling like vultures.It was the busiest I’d ever seen our campus.

And in that chaos, I tried. I gave it what I could.Some nights I stared blankly at notes, hoping something would stick. Some days, I simply trusted intuition, muscle memory, or fate.I did what I could — the rest, I left to whatever force governs unfair results and late realizations.

Then February breezed in, bringing a short, scattered week of holidays. A blink. A breath. And just like that, the second semester began.

Five months.That’s how long the first semester lasted.Five months — that's what the calendar says. But to me, it didn’t feel like months.It felt like moments — raw, unfinished, incomplete. Like scribbles in a notebook I never meant to show anyone.

And then… something shifted.Something in the air.Something in her.

Seren.

I don’t remember the exact moment I realized it. Maybe it wasn’t a moment — maybe it was a slow unraveling.Our evening talks behind the buses — stopped.Her presence, once familiar like a hum at the back of my mind — faded.I kept telling myself it was nothing. Just timing. Just routine.But the truth has a way of finding you… when you least want it.

One day, I was with Simon. Just a regular day.And that’s when I saw them.

Her.Smiling. Laughing. Walking.And Ren.

He walked beside her — like he belonged there.

Time slowed.

She approached like everything was normal. Like my world hadn’t cracked open a little.I smiled, because what else could I do?But deep inside, I was quiet. Frozen. Trying to act okay, because that’s what we do, right?

Later that day, I asked her.“How do you know Ren?”

She said — that,“Oh… we met online,”.

Simple. Innocent. Coincidence.

That word hit harder than I expected.Coincidence.

It echoed in my mind, looping like a cruel joke.Because that’s how she and I started too.A coincidence.

Only this time, it wasn’t mine.

And in that moment, I realized something no one prepares you for —Sometimes, people slip away. Not because they mean to. Not because of a fight. But because fate hands them a different coincidence.A different thread.And you’re left holding the memory of what could’ve been.

I choose God over the devil onany level. I changed the lineup. They strange when you don't sign up. What theyplanned for me is on pause. My heart prayed in the land they know the story ofthe cross. I know they coming. What I show I ain't running.

Things is changing. My wings isancient. They got me on the watch list. They on the spot I know y'allheartless. Babylon the mother of harlots. They say if you don't comply you gondie. I ain't afraid I don't lie. Jesus I won't deny.

I don't understand they don'twant to see me in the motherland. This ain't politics. Got to watch out forthem hollow tips. Devil's ammo. You won't catch me in a Lambo. God mode turninto Rambo. Final fantasy but I don't gamble. Leave the game in shambles.

You must be strong cause thedevil is wrong. Think it not strange. The world on the brink of change. Seriesof events. Theories of repent. What's on the tv is intent. God won't leave meno pretend. Jesus will take your burdens. That lake is truly burning.

God wants us to criticallythink. The heart counts cause it's biblically linked. The devil is after yourmind first. Every level they capture whoever cosign the curse. The Gospel ain'tsci-fi label. Every soul is wi-fi cable.

Biblically speaking. SpirituallyI ain't weakened. The Word is a map for your soul. The earth is a trap for yoursoul. Stay present in your heart at all times. Pray to be a blessing cause theglobe is dark in slime. New World Order is a crime.

It's eight O'five. They shockedI survived. It's twelve O'one. Ain't no devil won. Time is running out. Thelime is summoned now. They coming for you cause they took a vow. Patiently waitfor the salvation of God. Anciently my fate is revelation's heart.

I love all races. I'mma like adove in the inner spaces. All these languages have masonic residue. The degreesof their ancient wishes is demonic leaven stew. Below zero. Free throw hero.Wanted by the Bureau. Who's real. I ain't taking no deal.

I got real estate. I healed myfaith. I feel the hate. I don't move off the clock. They can't prove the mothso they shock. I'm not with the game. It ain't a myth in Jesus name. I tore upthe memo. Better war up folk got ammo. Fiber for the cyber.

Life ain't a joke I'm tapped in.You ain't woke you just napped in. See thru the smoke we mapped in. It won'tmake sense but you'll run thru the fence. The strength of a lion. The drank ofthe iron. They walking sicker and triggered.

Renewal of thoughts. You'll knowwhen it start. They plaguing the mind. They aching the blind. My light givesvision. The night lives in television. Beyond blessed. What they be on life's atest. I rather be saved than woke. Walk in my faith no joke.

Jesus was on the stake. Toreject salvation is your mistake. Christ paid the ultimate price. You should beprotesting what Illuminati doing. Hollywood is congested by everybody proving.Don't play with your eternity. Pray with your serenity.

Salvation for all. Be sobery'all. I didn't know this would happen. All I knew was I had a dream to be inhollywood rapping. Thank God the plans switched up. Blank heart the landsglitched up. Now we seeing society is luciferian. I destroy any barbarian.

The called, chosen and faithful.Salvation for all and we know this cause the graves are full. God wants you inparadise. It's hard cause I'm rare and wise. Now you see how the world isrocking. They took vows to lucifer that's shocking.

I operate on holy spirit mode. Idon't cooperate cause they only fear it when you won't fold. I hear the threats.They're near but I ain't scared of death. Every word of God will not come backvoid. The world is odd cause they react to avoid.

The juice makes them want toclash cause I'm buzzing when I don't sin. News flash the devil doesn't win.Read the Bible to see Jesus was baptized in the river. Peep how folk in denialthat God won't leave us cause we cast the lies and got delivered.

I ain't scared to say Jesus. Thesaints know it's rare to pray in Jesus. Can you explain why the world can'tabstain. From the evil that parades itself. Where I'm from it's illegal to playcharades for wealth. End game I don't fear. Repent my name is clear.

Surrender to God in everymoment. Stay present in your heart. Repent and walk in the counsel of the holyspirit. Abide in unconditional love. Know the truth. Don't give the devil anopportunity. Endure until the end to be saved.

Look closely at the world. TheBook is the voice of Me in the Word. I know what's up. They sold out for thecup. The elixir of evil. Thirty Sixer of the ego. Heaven or hell. What's goingon they ain't gon tell. Tapped into Jesus. Folk capped into a thesis.

Focus on your salvation. Noticethe war in every nation. From what I see only a few real ones left. When theycome with a new deal I know it's death. Now everybody see how serious this is.Higher ups vow not to tell you what the pyramids is.

Heal your heart. Cause it's realwhen the war start. These are mini. The lease is for a penny. Do your ownresearch. I'm known for street church. Bringing The Gospel to every soul bylove. Singing to every soul by the dove. Salvation ain't made up.

Eat right. Treat people right.Stop drinking coffee and energy drinks. If it's not clicking God said you won'tlove Me cause that's how the enemy thinks. If you with the devil you arecontrolled on any level. Truth petals for every soul no metals.

The way to defeat the game is bythe power of salvation in Jesus. They can't handle the heat of the name causethe hour of truth God always sees us. Appreciate Christ. They initiate forrights. I love God cause there's always a dove no matter how hard.

Babylon is the world. You actingwrong it's in the Word. Many people don't have a moral compass. A penny isequal in wrath by floral comcast. Get your spirit right. Don't forget we're inwar they fear the light. The power of Jesus is God won't leave us.

I'm on the angelic watch. Out oftime I was found when the aesthetic made the game parched. They on demon timeso it's harassment. Now we on reaping time so it's an embarrassment. Not to thejust cause no one in the world can you trust.

Many souls will be saved. TheGospel is my faith. The world been deceived cause the Word folk didn'treceived. Jesus our Savior. God won't leave us don't waiver. Holy spirit in myheart. They fear it cause they thought they left me in the dark.

A clear indicator is their fearinhalator. They been a hater. I prayed for you then still a traitor. The onlything that matters is the salvation of your soul. The world is sadder cause theglobe is cold. Holy spirit is vital. The matrix is an idol.

I claim Jesus as my Lord andSavior. I'm not on demon time. Please wake up cause no breath is promised.Repent and be baptized. I know I'm not tripping. Feels like most of the worldis satanic. The antichrist spirit is ravaging throughout the earth.

I prayed to know how God ain'tforsaken me at the core of my credential. They made vows to satang to hide mypotential. No matter how much they act up. I'm gon face the world and not backup. Love got me pure as the dove. Jesus won't leave us.

Team Jesus. Beam of thesis. Theycan't even say a word cause I know the Word. My energy is godhood. My enemy ishollywood. Submit to God. It only gon hit when you're in the heart. The irony.Keep my soul pure like ivory. In the Vatican lies are buried.

My heart radiate so much love inpeace. The dark can't touch the dove always gon defeat the beast. The game on acrutch cause they scuffed the streets. Jesus name is such that they bluffed thelease. We're all the same the earth crushed put you on knees.

To say Jesus name in love yougot to be bold. They pray on my downfall cause the dove is my soul. This is nothow it gon stay cause God had enough of the cold. So many crying out. Be sobercause the lion's out. The game exposed. Everybody knows.

I see thru the mirage. I'm freecause I broke out that lodge. Not saying I was affiliated. Just praying cause Iwas humiliated. Holy spirit in my heart. Don't fear it when they come out thedark. Please repent cause they increase the intent.

My story is hard but the victoryis in God. Heaven is my fate. Folk can't laugh so they hate. My heart like alion. In the dark was on a bike crying. My soul needed Jesus. It's cold seededbut God won't leave us. They won't tell but they want you in hell.

Uniquely I speak. Biblicaltechnique. The spiritual they seek. What's a bio nation. That's a violation.See thru like silence. They view thru the violence. That honey be good. Thatmoney be rude. It's not funny what's understood. Peace is my mood.

I'm dunking past the backboard.I got a pumpkin in the cash for a jaguar. Parlez vous. Watch the view. I ain'ttalking television. The saints walking in position. Keep your thoughtsheavenly. Peep the start of the seven D. That's coded. Stats is loaded.

I seen thru a lot. I been thru alot. Not one day did I fake it. I always knew I would I make it. I ain'ttalking the game. Biblically walking in Jesus name. Money, power, status. Thehoney for the flower of the atlas. Eternal life even when I had less.

You capping where the captain.Mark of the beast warning. I know it's dark in the streets folk mourning. I'mon the right side. I ain't going for a night ride. How I'm glowing they see thelight provide. They vow to slowing the day devil can't hide.

Your first love is your heart.They cursed the dove to fly in the dark. Nothing is left for chance. There'ssomething about a woman that can dance. New World Order been the same plans.The truth in a teleporter not in the game's hands.

You need a relationship withJesus based off faith by love. Truth is the seed in the ancient script that Godwon't leave us when you're saved by the dove. The myth of fossil gold toreceive the grieving collect. If possible to deceive even the elect.

My faith constituted. I'm savedand they understood it. I'm rocking with God. I'm shocking their heart. Ibelieve in miracles not magic. I receive the biblical cause the world is havoc.Workout your salvation. Search out every nation.

Moving off the real. Provingain't no deal. No clout chaser. No doubt glazer. The south pacer. God is goodall the time. Folk odd with the mood all the time. The streets is nude withcrime. The beast is rude with slime. Vodou tech. Who knew it was a test.

Keep your love. It's deep thewar for the dove. Ain't no bargain chip. The saints glow with a login grip. Thematrix is buffering so everyone is gon be suffering. Whether you like it ornot. Ain't nothing better than the truth stay on the vibe or rot.

A group of astronauts were just about to embark on a routine space mission when a massive, unexpected surge of energy tore open a rift in time and space. The next thing they knew, they were transported to a strange, alternate dimension that was unlike anything they had ever seen before. The atmosphere was thick with an otherworldly sense of dread. They had no idea how to find their way back home.

Carol opens her eyes slowly. She noticed she still had her space suit on. Confusion settles in as she realizes she is lying on the ground and not sitting in the spaceship cockpit. Her eyes look up at the ceiling of what she believes is a cave. She pushes herself up from the ground and notices the bodies of the other three astronauts lying on the ground, one after the other. Her heart begins to race wondering what had happened.

Each astronaut wakes up and picks themselves up from the ground with the same confused look, just like Carol.

They found themselves in a vast, endless tunnel filled with vivid colors and complex patterns that seemed to stretch on forever. "Where's the ship?" one of the astronauts, Jason asked in desperation. Jason was the captain in command. Carol was second to him. They immediately lock eyes. The other, Petrov responds by shaking his head with a disturbed look. The tunnel was filled with a swirling, psychedelic light show that made it appear like they were walking through a kaleidoscope.

At first, they didn't know what to make of the strange environment. The group decides to huddle together and try to come up with a plan. “First of all, is everyone alright?” Jason spoke first. Everyone nodded but it was obvious their attention wasn’t fully on Jason. They were too distracted by the strange unrecognizable environment they were in.

They needed to find a way out of the tunnel and get back home. They kept asking themselves where was home? And most importantly, where was the spaceship?

Petrov looked around, trying to get a handle on their new environment. The psychedelic tunnel was like nothing he had ever seen before. "We need to find a way out," he said, his voice determined. "And if we can't, then we need to figure out how to survive in this strange world."

The astronauts looked at each other, trying to make sense of what was going on. They didn't know where they were or how they had gotten there, but they knew they had to find their spaceship. They each look at their air supply. Jason nods, agreeing with Petrov. He clears his throat before speaking. “What we need to do in a situation like this is to remain calm, okay?” Jason points at one of the astronauts named Maranda. “Maranda…. can you please run a scan?”

Maranda snaps out of her trance, nods, and follows Jason’s instructions. Maranda gulps as she presses a few buttons on a watch that’s on her wrist. Petrov and Carol watch her closely. “Th-the scan is throwing off very confusing readings. But I can tell you this. Wherever we are, this place does not have breathable air. So, we will depend on the limited air supply we have in these suits.” Jason looks away from her and stares at the ground meditating on the situation. He bites his lips and nods again.

Jason also reaches for the watch he has on his wrist and presses a few buttons. “Okay, we have at least a few days worth of air. That’s, that’s good.”

They all decide to walk deep into the tunnel, hoping to find a way out. But after an hour of walking, the tunnel seemed to go on forever, with no end in sight. The more they walked, the more disoriented they became. They began to feel a sense of desperation creeping in, knowing that time was running out.

“Where are we?” Carol whispers to Petrov. As they continued to explore, they quickly realized that everything in the tunnel looked the same. From the multi-color ceiling to the rocky floors, to the colors and strange patterns on the cave walls. They had no idea where they were or how to return to their spaceship.

As they continue wandering through the strange tunnel, they slowly begin to accept the reality that they might never find their way out. The tunnel seemed to exist outside the confines of space and time, leaving them with no sense of direction or purpose. Jason whispers to himself as he places the palm of his right hand on the cave wall, “This makes no sense. What is going on?”

"Wait! What's the last thing you remember?" Maranda directed the question to Jason. But Jason was so frustrated he had no interest in responding. Everyone took a moment to meditate on the situation.

The walking came to a grinding halt after two hours of no end in sight. Carol spoke first. "A flash of intense light, from the cockpit. That’s, that’s what I saw. A blinding light that came out of nowhere. All I knew was that it was hard to see. Then... Then we were on the ground asleep and each one of us woke up in this tunnel together. That’s it." Everyone else looked at each other after Carol spoke. She focuses her sight on the ceiling of the cave. The strange colors slowly begin to eat away at her mind. The first moment she saw the colors, she was warm and happy. Now, she was uneasy and frightened.

The astronauts stood in a circle, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of their ship. The ceiling of the tunnel was different shades of color. There was no sign of their spaceship or any other spaceships for that matter. The only thing in sight was a large, colorful tunnel that stretched into the distance. It went on for what seemed like an eternity. “We…” Petrov sighs and continues, “We have no choice but to keep moving. Who knows? Maybe we’ll find a way out of this damn place. …whatever this place is.” He desperately tries to bring everyone’s morale up. However, it was only a matter of time before his morale broke.

As they began walking again, the bright fluorescent colors that surround them haunted them with each step they took. At first it was strange, captivating, and mesmerizing. But soon it became eerie, unsettling, and odd. Nothing to them made sense. The only thing they could do was continue walking in one direction and stare into the distance in the hopes of finding some answer to their dilemma. It was a daunting task, and their nerves were stretched to the breaking point. They all knew that they were in uncharted territory, and they were in grave danger.

Maranda had the habit of checking her watch every ten minutes. Jason noticed her actions. She kept looking at her watch to gauge how much air they had left. It was starting to become her mini obsession. The fear of dying of asphyxiation was too overwhelming for her.

Carol breaks the silence while they are walking. She presses a few buttons on her watch trying to read some information it was generating. "We must've been caught in some sort of cosmic storm or something." Her voice was shaking. Jason just shakes his head and presses on. He figures that her assumptions and theories aren’t making the situation any better.

Petrov nodded, looking around with a mixture of fear and awe. "We have to find something, anything that can help us," he said.

Jason had enough and turned around to face everyone. “All of you. Stop wasting your breath. We need to save as much of our air supply as possible. We move at a steady pace. Not too fast and not too slow. That way we don’t consume too much of it. That’s, that's the plan.” Maranda nods in agreement. From that moment on, it was obvious that Petrov and Carol did not like the captain’s tone. Every decision Jason would make would be heavily challenged by Petrov and Carol. It was clear that Maranda was on Jason’s side, while a secret alliance was formed by Petrov and Carol.

After hours of walking and arguing, Maranda has had enough. She notices the tense dynamic between the group and decides to try to mediate the situation. She gathers the astronauts in a semicircle and asks them to voice their concerns. Petrov and Carol speak up first, voicing their suspicions about Jason and how he may not have their best interests in mind. Maranda listens intently, making note of the issues that are being raised. She tells the group that it's important to have open communication, which will help build trust among members of the crew.

“You both are paranoid. Pathetic. How dare you? I’m doing my best! I’m in the same situation as all of you!” Jason turns his face away from them, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Jason composes himself and realizes that what he said was out of frustration. Jason takes the opportunity to address the concerns, reassuring the group that he has everyone's best interests in mind and that his decisions are based on their safety and survival. Maranda encourages Petrov and Carol to share their viewpoints. She encourages them to be honest and open with each other. She reminds them that they are all in this together and that working as a team will increase their chances of survival.

As the conversations progress, Maranda notices that the tensions start to ease, and the astronauts are starting to feel more comfortable with each other. She concludes the meeting by asking everyone to continue to communicate openly and to work together to find a way out of this strange environment.

As the group moves on, Petrov takes one last look at Carol. To her it was obvious that Petrov didn’t see things like Jason did. Their bond will soon deteriorate the more they press on into the endless tunnel. Paranoia will settle in as new problems will arise. The group began worrying about rest, water, and food. All Jason wanted to do was keep walking in hopes of finding the way out of the strange tunnel.

Petrov stopped walking for a moment while the rest kept the same pace. He forms a fist and whispers under his breath, “You’re killing us, Jason.” He stares directly at Jason in the distance. A cold look is on his face. His eyes are fixed on him and only him.

Barely a handshake,Hardly a name.Yet you played slick,Like we ran the same game.What gave you the right?What a lie you did serve!You barely knew me—But pop goes the nerve.Selfishness laid the ground,Audacity slayed the game.You ignored me likeI wasn't around— insane.You aren’t even worthy of a mention,But look—I wrote a satire for you,So the scores should even the odds.Nonetheless— I'm honest, but you?No roots, no bonds,Still you swerved.So quick to cut—Pop goes the weasel.Polluted the emotion,Corrupted the honesty,Poisoned the relation,Served the foolery.Too much gallantly.I'm disappointed in me—That I thought you were a friend.How could I be so blind?You dumped me like I'm dead.I'm still amazedHow you face me each day.We sit in the same class—Doesn't it scare you? Anyway—Thanks for the lesson.I'll give you a tip:The lesson I've learned—By seeing you,Snakes should wear a drape!

Solubility is a massive trait;

Being miscible is another.

Do they portray the same thing?

Whatsoever.

The solvent is the most generous one—

Gracious and wholesome.

The solute seems a bit stingy,

Wants to part the other.

Varieties are so gracefully produced,

Products as an outcome.

We were supposed to be a substance,

But thy lost their element.

In the sprint of saturation,

One chose to be a mixture.

Mixture itself isn't a feeble thing,

But pollutes the creature.

Yet in the beaker of becoming,

We stir and settle anew.

Not all solutions stay stable,

But some find their truth in brew.

So we dissolve in quiet layers,

Bound by forces unseen.

Not every bond is lasting,

But each one has been clean.

Each year a thread, each step a seam,

And slowly, I became the dream.

If growth had a sound, it would be still—

A quiet "yes," a louder will.

I wore time like layers of skin,

Each year a chapter stitched within.

This poem is a mirror—hold it near,

You'll see my past and yours appear.

Before I had a name, I was a prayer,

A breath suspended in the mercy of air.

Curled in a space where silence was,

A soul waiting for its earthly applause.

I didn’t walk—I floated in grace,

Known only to the One who gave me place.

No thoughts came up, no words—just sacred sleep,

A life, no sound, just secrets to keep.

Then light—too bright.

Then sound—so wide.

I entered life unsure, untired,

A baby soft with spirit new,

Not knowing what I’d grow into.

Hands touched me and called me "mine,"

But I belonged to the greater design.

Each cry was a question I couldn’t speak,

Each smile a language still unique.

Had no worries to be kept behind,

I played all day, slept the whole night.

Felt the emotions—raw and true—

Love and care that each day grew.

Laid on bed, watched lights in awe—

Didn't know I’d get lost in them, how?

Then I learned to crawl, to walk;

Running was something more than talk.

Unaware of what it feels to fall,

But I stood up each time, small but tall.

The injured knee, the bruise, the cut—

The blood used to gush forward.

Clotting was the only healing I knew at that time—

Wonderful, adorable, with some hype.

To learn to speak was something different—

Cooing, babbling, to the alphabet.

Clueless of what did hide in words—

Daggers, knives, guns, or pistols.

Each birthday lit a quiet flame—

A softer me, but not the same.

Did I grow too fast or didn’t pay heed?

How’s the story? Enjoying? Indeed.

Childhood is something I remember—

Toys and school,

Homework and sleep-slumber.

It was a beautiful time,

But I was unmindful back then, in rhyme.

Teenage was a ride—

From cuteness to a cool disguise.

But I was a fusion of both—

Sigma, rizz, Ohio growth.

At first, I was all wonder—eyes wide,

Seeing beauty where no one else tried.

But soon came the questions: Why do we fall?

Why do we hurt, and who do we call?

I didn’t have the answers—not back then—

But I listened to something deep within.

I didn’t know that pain could teach,

Until it stretched what joy could reach.

Years passed like seasons—changing me too,

Turning my edges from red to blue.

I felt things deeply, but couldn’t yet see

That everything I’d been would shape who I’d be.

Adolescence came like an untamed fire;

It burned through the quiet, through desire.

And though I felt lost in the middle of the storm,

I was finding the strength to stand tall and warm.

I began to see pieces of me I’d missed,

Shaped by time, by lessons, by a fist

That reached down to guide me through doubt and fear—

To show me that growth was always near.

But it wasn’t until today that I saw it clear:

The truth I’d been given all these years.

My Lord wrote beauty into my days—

Even in silence, even in maze.

Some call it fate, some call it chance—

But I was written in advance.

I learned that softness isn't weak;

It's strength that's humble when it speaks.

Oh Lord, for all the ungratefulness,

I seek Your mercy and forgiveness.

You were always there by my side—

You loved me even when I stepped aside.

After all this time, I realize:

I was a gift all along—surprise!

A gift for me, that was blessed—

A gift of life I didn’t value, I must confess.

I'm thankful and grateful to You, my Lord,

For everything You blessed me with—

From skies to the shore.

Would've been nothing, but You granted me existence.

It is the moment I found I was never for instance.

There is much more, but the words now do fumble.

From then to now, what I've become—it's a miracle.

My Lord has been very kind to me in fate—

From embryogenesis, 11:59 p.m., till this date.