Christian

The muse has entered my body like a spark

no warning, no hesitation—

just fire... 🔥

I feel it urging me forward,

full-throttle, no brakes,

telling me to carve time out of the ordinary

and make it sacred for creation.

Because memeto mori .. ☠️

The sun spills into me, 🌞

reckless and golden,

whispering:

say yes—

even when fear dresses itself as logic.

So I step out,

unhidden,

unpolished,

alive. 🕉️

I am invited—no, commanded—

to express, to pursue, to become.

If I want something,

I do not wait.

I rise. 🌊

I build it with my own hands.

This is the season where I create life—

ideas, dreams, maybe more.

Where desire is not a question

but an action. 💪🏼

Something in me is shifting systems,

rewiring thought,

healing quietly beneath the surface.

My body learns new rhythms, 🎵

my spirit finds better company,

and my mind stretches into possibility. 🙏🏼

I gather strength for what’s ahead—

a plan, clear as morning light.

I move more,

breathe deeper, ☮️

feed myself what grows from the earth

and what grows from within.

And then—

the moon.

Full. Watching. 🌕

A doorway opens in the dark.

It asks me gently:

what must I release

to become who I am becoming?

So I let go.

Of what has ended

even if it still echoes.

I close the chapter with steady hands— 📚

not in loss,

but in knowing:

every ending

is a beginning

waiting for me

to say yes again. 💯