I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.
― Thomas A. Edison
Written in memories of old
Are stories of stars once told.
For by virtue of their resilience
Did they make the most of their silence.
Bruised souls and bleeding scars
Facilitated them in going past the bars,
Society once imposed on them.
Once lost in the valley of despair,
Living lives beyond repair,
They still shone through the gloom
Lighting up paths, through the horror that loomed.
Under the noonday sun, they toiled
For virtues lost and soiled.
A life forged in fire,
Birthed in the cosmos
And lived for others,
Is where inspiration arose from.
Thank you for reading!
The darker the night, the brighter the stars,
The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
It was beginning. With each second that passed, the darker the night became, capturing the silken night sky in all of its magnificence. The sky, home to stars, whose light shone through millennia, to make an appearance today, and the moon, ethereal in her flawed beauty.
She could feel her withered nerves, rising slowly, with all their might, as her heart finally found a purpose to beat. The rhythm penetrated skin, that had for long, sustained abuse at the hands of insecurity and fear. …
My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.
― Jess C Scott, EyeLeash: A Blog Novel
Being a so-called Gen Z (those who were born between 1996 and 2015 and are currently between 5–24 years old), you’d expect me to be absolutely fine with sitting with my nose stuck in a screen for 90% of the day. …