Our sins do not define us. After all, we are all sinful, some more than others. Still, have you ever wondered how righteous your life is? The actions you take. The mistakes you make. The things you say. The people you betray. Yes, our sins do not define us – we define them. Our ideas turn to sins when we embrace them, our decisions reveal who we are. They say there are seven sins, and you have committed them all.

Seven Sins

Truth is a battle of perceptions. What we see is not always true, just like truth is not always what we see. Truth is elusive, volatile, fluid. Like a chameleon, it adapts to the environment, to our inherent preconceptions. Still, is it possible to completely veil the truth, make it vanish and dissolve into the illusion of reality? Ultimately, even when there is no trace of truth, the consequences of such disguise cannot hide. After all, where there is smoke, there is fire.

Where There's Smoke

If you have ever taken revenge, you must have noticed that the anticipation of retribution is far more satisfying than revenge itself. Why is that? I think it's all about the imagination of the unknown. People tend to play with their minds, imagining scenarios and their consequences. They desire the feeling of being in control. But revenge is unpredictable. No one knows or can foretell its realization. Often, revenge remains unsatisfactory or even fails. It is the imagination of the unknown that makes revenge so eagerly awaited. Indeed, it is a dish best served cold.

Best Served Cold

"There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn't true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true." Fool me once so I can fall for your lies. Fool me twice so I can fall for you.

Fool Me Twice

Memories are the quiet echoes of our past, stitching together the fabric of our lives. They are not just remnants of the times gone by but the very essence of our existence, the invisible threads weaving our identity. In moments of solitude, when material possessions lose their shine, it is these memories that keep us company. They remind us of our resilience, our joys, our sorrows, and the stories we've lived. They are proof that even when all else fades, we are left rich with the wealth of our experiences, forever imprinted in the canvas of our minds.

All I Have Left Is Memories

Love is like a journey to the moon and back. It's a dance of two hearts under a starlit sky, pulsing in harmony. But like the moon's phases, relationships can wane into eclipses—moments when shadows obscure the shared light. Yet, even during these eclipses, a sliver of moonlight persists, hinting at the possibility of a new phase, a fresh start. Because in love, no matter the eclipses we endure, the journey is always worth it—a pledge to traverse life's expanse, all the way to the moon and back.

To The Moon And Back

In the aftermath of being blindsided by a breakup—only to be immediately replaced—the idea of revenge can feel like the perfect antidote to your pain. As you pick up the shovel, you're digging a grave for the relationship that has died, intent on burying your ex in oblivion. Yet, what often goes unnoticed is the second grave you're excavating alongside it—not for your ex, but for yourself. It becomes a hollow where you bury your peace of mind, your future happiness, and the potential for new love. As you tunnel deeper into this vengeful quest, not only does the relationship remain buried, but so does a part of you. Lost in a ceaseless cycle of bitterness and resentment, there you find yourself: standing between two graves, a solemn witness to the double tragedy you've unwittingly created.

Two Graves

They told me once, “There's a place where love conquers all.” A city with the streets full of milk and honey. I haven't found it yet, but I'm still searching. All I know is a hopeless place that flows with the blood of my kin. Perhaps hopeless isn't a place, nothing but a state of mind. They told me once, “Don't trust the moon, she's always changing.” The shores bend and break for her, and she begs to be loved. But nothing here is as it seems… (c)

Hopeless - Single

Hopeless

You can say I am obsessed. You can say it's been too long. You can say I have gone mad. Please, feel free, say what you want. I don't think you'll realize: I am breaking a free fall. I am walking on thin ice. 'Cause this is my life. And this is my call.

My Call - Single

My Call

Our expectations are the most treacherous of deceptions. We can wait and hope. We can leave, hoping that when we return, everything will be different. But why does nothing change? Why do our expectations fail us? The fact is, expectation alone equals inaction. And inaction, in turn, always leads to only one thing: farewell.

Farewell - Single

Farewell

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