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When you lose someone close to you, you also lose yourself. The version you were with them, the you that only the could bring out. Not only will you never see them again but you will never be that you again. They go with you. The grief of them. The grief of the friendship. The grief of you. -Keo M

Who comforts the comforter -Keo M

Your skepticism does not have room for my authentic intensity. -Keo M

What do I do with a feeling that calls you by name yet finds no place to land? To seek you like this… open, certain, unhidden…while you stand at the edge of receiving, hands half-closed. Skeptical. I sought after you a while, now that you are here, I cannot hold you, only orbit. So I hold the thought of you instead. I turn it over, examine it, let it speak back to me. A mirror dressed as a…

Not all lovers are muses but all muses are lovers

Ne ong tseya serious Mara Ne o sang kutlwe K Man

Grief is the final boss An extract from thoughts by Keorapetse Modiba

By Keo M I don’t have to do a lot I’m a natural beauty, but I choose to do a lot . An extract from Thoughts – the documented thoughts of Keorapetse Modiba.

Keorapetse Modiba, 2026 Abstract This paper examines the parallels between Thomas Hobbes’s conception of the state of nature, as articulated in Leviathan (1651), and contemporary digital environments shaped by unregulated or weakly governed artificial intelligence (AI), with specific reference to the social ecosystem surrounding Grok. The paper argues that in the absence of effective authority,…

When the only person who understands you dies, you become alone in the world. -Keo M

I don’t want to think a lot I just want to be

By Keo M I love deeply I pour until I’m empty,hold until I’m shaking. Because I love greatly,I grieve greatly.Where love goes,pain follows—always.

We were two broken kids In love and In denial -Keo M

When your soul outshines your flesh, nothing else matters. By Keo M

I dream of you in colour. In soft lighting and in vivid ways. I dream of you in slumber. In the dead of night and beams of daybreak. I dream of you in summer. Under the beating sun, throughout the evening rains. I dream of you in time. Be it yesterday or today. I dream of you tonight. Where our souls dare to be together again. – Keo My

It is a humid evening in complex and surprisingly it quite. The blocks are usually filled with echoes of chatter and faded music from the parking lot. Today it is quite. As I lay gently on my bed with the windows open. Tears rolling down my cheeks. I open my eyes to a bright light. My heart softens when I realise the moonlight is shining upon my face. The earth knows comfort. ~Keo M