Smile III

Sleeping soundly while my heart is full of glee
My mind drifts to a different kind of paradise
I walk in fresh nature with someone special
Light everlasting, the cool air comforts the skin
Every second of this joy feels like eternity

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Smile (Poetry Series): I, II, III


Header image: Matthew Montrone of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2025.

Notes to Self XXI

Of all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.

Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.

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