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What have you lost?

A mind or a purse?

If it is mind

I have none

If it is purse

oh take it nurse

What have you lost?
Your heart or your sense?

If it is sense

I have none

Coz I am already insane

to find the heart you have lost.

What have you kept?
A smile or a lie?

If it is smile
give me one

If it is lie
oh let it die

What have you kept?
A tear or a dream?

If it is tear
leave it be

If it is dream
come share with me

For I have pockets full of questions
and hands empty of answers
yet still I stand here foolish
hoping your heart remembers.

It doesn’t mean I smooch my face with a pillow that make false attempt
to solve the heaviness I carry,
it only means I rest for a while
because some days feel sharp,
and softness is the only thing that listens

I wake with hope again,
even if it is small, even if it flickers.
I tell myself
maybe the world is still learning me,
as I am learning it

Maybe kindness is slow,
like seed under soil
where nobody sees growth
but it is happening anyway.

I cannot ask the world to hold me
if I do not also try
to hold the world with both hands,
even when my fingers tremble

So I walk, I stay, I breathe,
with whatever I know today
Maybe tomorrow the world and I
will understand each other a little more

They call it the Bubble.

A breakthrough in human defense — biological, social, even psychological.

Once activated, it surrounds you with an invisible field that filters air, blocks pathogens, and regulates personal space. Nobody can come too close without your consent.

It’s more than a shield — it’s a statement.
Your immune system, your privacy, your peace — finally under your control.

There are layers, of course.
One layer is basic: protection from everyday viruses, dust, and unwanted energy.

Two layers — that’s for the cautious.

But three… three layers mean you’ve entered elite territory. Triple defense.
The kind that can even withstand a direct hit, metaphorical or not.

They say if someone fires a bullet at you — God forbid — the first bubble takes the hit.
If it breaks, the second activates instantly, alerting you.
And if the third one ever fails… well, you probably won’t be around to tell the story.

The network’s still evolving. Updates are constant. Defense departments are skeptical. Ethics boards are hesitant.
But people — people are desperate.
For safety. For solitude. For control.

In a world where every breath is monitored and every touch is a risk,
the Bubble isn’t just protection.
It’s freedom.
For a price.

you are better than any upgrades
no system requirements
no limits
just an instant login
to your smile
your bright face
like the sun just rose high
just for me

oh you are not
a material of goodbye
no
you are built of stay
you are someone tough
but maybe soft
soft enough to melt me

oh we could make love on a loft
high, careless
soft again
soft
till silence breathes with us

we are together
in emotions
hugging without hands
touching without touch

but
aren’t we only memory
after we die?
just a ghost of feeling
replayed
in someone’s mind
like a saved file
no body
only blur
only warmth
only once?

He lost his tone,
became like bone
cold, stiff,
shivering, starving for heat.

He turned boneless,
laughed like a funny bone
until laughter wasn’t funny anymore.

Next moment
helpless
he saw his girlfriend
in a Ferrari
without him,
with someone else.

And oh, he decided….

I will buy a yacht.
Dreamed stupid-big dreams,
dreams too tall for his pocket.

He fell back into the hole
the same one he dug,
did wrong things
to look right
in front of the one he chose.

No guidelines, no map
only hope,
and hope is a dangerous drug.

Maybe if you’re lucky
the world throws you one coin,
one chance.

Tell me
is it a crime to die poor?
or just another story
nobody wants to hear?

Do they talk?
What do they talk about?
BAckstabbing!BAckbiting!

Do they talk like that?
really?
or is it just us
words trembling loose from hands that never learned to hold truth

No way,
these minds we call others,
intelligent beings.
How could they mumble their own madness?
How could they pull the trigger inside their own skull of thought?

Wait
breathe
we are brothers, aren’t we?
Two sides of the same seed.

Aliens watching from the balcony,
front row seats,
popcorn galaxies in hand,
whispering
don’t show them the shame.
Don’t zoom in on the bleeding heart
of a species still learning
how to love without fear.

But here we are,
human vs human,
war like a festival,
violence like a anthem,
and they sit there
enjoying the match
from a place we cannot climb,
a height we never earned.

Oh wow
this institution we praise,
glass temples of clever men
what exactly were you teaching?
What did you send us home with?
Knowledge or noise?

Two world wars,
and you call that education?
You call that growth?

More chapters coming
darker ones maybe.

How about we flip the page,
scribble new lessons,
please,
maybe add a syllabus
of peace,
of touch-like-rain,
of love not borrowed but grown,
love like breath,
simple, free.

When I reached Cornwall’s Land’s End,
I stood there thinking,
“Is this it?”
But the wind… the waves… the whole sky whispered back to me —
this is not the end.
This is not the end, my friend.
This is the beginning of something
your heart has been trying to tell you
for years.
Because life…
life doesn’t end at cliffs or cities or goodbyes.
Life doesn’t collapse at the edges of the map.
Life starts.
Again and again and again.
Endings?
Endings are just invitations…
to return,
to rediscover,
to remember the place
where we first came from
which, honestly…
I still don’t know.

And maybe that’s the point.

Because life is blooming,
blooming like a blueberry—
soft, round, small,
yet carrying the taste of an entire summer inside it.
Everything looks tiny from the outside,
but inside?
There’s a whole world.
There’s a whole universe.
We are standing in a galaxy
that is spinning inside a universe
that is drifting inside a cosmos
that refuses to have walls.

No ceiling.
No floor.
Just infinite breath.
So what about us?
What about you and me?
We are not just living here
we are participating.
We are vibrating in this giant orchestra
of stars and silence.
We are floating
in an endless field of awareness.
An infinite state of consciousness.
A place where nothing truly dies,
nothing truly ends,
everything just shifts
into another version of itself.
So the next time someone tells you
“This is the end,”
smile gently,
look them in the eyes,
and remind them

This…….. is where everything begins.