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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required On nights when sleep flees from me like a shadow scared of its own existence, I wonder if we are cursed or blessed, we who think beyond the edges of reason, For "bad" is too simple a word for the complexity behind our perpetually awake eyes. We are the architects of our own mental labyrinths, builders of castles from layered thoughts, And if you look closely, you'll see that beneath every worry lies hidden a profound form of love, For no one loses themselves in infinite thoughts if they don't care to their soul's core about everything they touch. At midnight, when the world sleeps, our minds race at the speed of light through parallel universes, Constructing perfect scenarios, unraveling and reweaving the threads of reality into ideal patterns, While seconds drip heavily in the hourglass of insomnia like mercury tears. We want each day to be a masterpiece sculpted in ephemeral time, Obsessed with details like painters dedicating their lives to a single painting, Trying to capture the essence of life in the fine net of our hyperacute consciousness. But the price of this infinite attention is heavy as lead in tired bones, Temples pulsate under the pressure of thoughts like drums in an endless ritual, And eyes burn from tears shed for the perfection that always slips through our fingers. With all scenarios calculated to the last comma, with all plans woven in silk threads, We end up exhausted, with souls heavy from unrealized dreams and bodies drained from the perpetual dance of the mind, You, who read these lines, know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you? And yet, in this beautiful madness there exists a kernel of greatness, Because we love life so much that we refuse to be mere spectators in our own existence, We choose to feel every second to the marrow of our bones, to live consciously every breath. In this hyperlucidity there is a strange and painful beauty, In the way our mind constantly dances between reality and possibility, In the way we refuse to accept the superficial and always seek deeper meanings. There is beauty in you, restless thinker, In the way you carry the universe in your mind like a precious burden, And each thought is a star illuminating the darkness of the unknown.
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