In the depths of thought, where memories blend with dreams

In the depths of thought, where memories blend with dreams, I walk a path of shadows and lights, where experiences weave in silence, A voice whispers of the trap of generalization, a labyrinth of illusions, Where each personal story is a distinct universe, a solitary galaxy. That woman, with eagle-like steps, turned her love into guidance, Seeking truths in messages and shadowed street corners of uncertainty, But each of her gestures, a metaphor of fear, built walls between hearts, The advice given to a friend became an echo that shattered the silence of love. A coffee thrown in the tumult of a business meeting, a symbol of mistrust, Turned into a storm of tears and reproaches, Bitter words and rash gestures, a play without a script, In which unseen details rewrote the ending, a divorce that closed chapters. Understanding, an unfathomable labyrinth, where each detail is a key, And ignorance, a monster that distorts reality, In the flow of consciousness, I wonder how it would have been if we had looked gently, If we had allowed mystery to tell its silent story. In a world of mirrors and reflections, where nothing is identical, Experiences melt away, like snowflakes, unique and unrepeatable, And perhaps the lesson is to look with open eyes, to listen with the heart, Not to dramatize absurdly, but to embrace uncertainty as an old friend.