Saturday, August 22, 2026

RISE ABOVE

I used to hate the stillness. But I learned healing moves in silence. Crawl. Walk. Run. But first rest. So when I rise, I rise ready.

Shadowed Beast

One in an alley makes you a beast, a shadow the law must chase. Five in the dark is a morbid feast, a name they try to erase. A thousand is legacy made, a map redrawn in gold, and a million is worship, a grand masquerade, where ghosts do what they are told.

Wednesday, July 15, 2026

THE PHANTOM LIBRARY

A plastic case, a heavy snap, a glossy disc held in your hand, no server checks, no digital trap, you owned the art, you owned the land.

But lines of code have cleared the shelves, and tangible has turned to air; we trade the things we hold ourselves for fleeting rights we only share. A spectral vault behind a screen, a license leased, a borrowed spark, controlled by hands we’ve never seen, that dim the lights and leave us dark.

No box to pass, no text to lend, no relics kept upon the wall; with one mistake, a corporate trend, the phantom library will fall. The plastic fades, the ink is dry, the tactile world is pushed away. We watch the old traditions die, and stream the ghosts of yesterday.

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