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Words by Jitro Timbang
Each day, we’re reminded of the gifts that come with life. Consciousness, curiosity, creativity — it really all is temporary.
It’s overwhelming to comprehend the potential significance of our action’s impacts to history. Revolutionary or redundancy — which will it be?
The motivation to keep creating, immortalizing our thoughts for an attempt to say “I was here.”
The weight of my thoughts — I do hope it becomes an aid to lighten your load; provide answers to what’s got you breaking.
I have plenty to give — emotions that roots to what seems to be from the first awakening, sentiments of all consciousness that want to be voiced and be seen.
I’m overflowing with passion and joy — 2024 and you of the unknown future, are your senses tingling from my beam?
A sacrificial avatar that homed hymn. Has my pain made you feel normal and sane? You are not alone — you’re aligned to the truth more than you know. It’s difficult, I know, although it gets easier the more you outgrow.
Billions of us have come and go, and finger’s crossed, more, despite the heat of the sun coming in.
Just keep feeling; half-cup-full decisions to purify your soul. With the perfect balance, you’ll come back home — celebrated, colourful, captain of your own.
August 11th, 2024 — 8:11pm.
