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refusing to manifest in the manner I desire. Have you ever sat in solitude...

Today, a departure from my usual nocturnal escapades, I found myself arriving in the realm of daylight. A few minutes past midday, some might deem it an evolution, but I prefer to brush aside any sentiments or judgments that may arise.

Poetry, my beloved art form, often eludes me, refusing to manifest in the manner I desire. Have you ever sat in solitude, conversing with yourself in a foreign tongue, savoring the fluidity of expression? Ah, but the true test arrives when you engage in dialogue with another mortal. It is then that you feel the shift. No, not a mere change, but rather an impromptu duel of linguistic prowess.

But I digress. What is the essence of my musings?

Today's weather presents itself in a pleasant demeanor, coaxing me to indulge in a leisurely brunch. You see, I, a self-proclaimed gastronome, find breakfast alone insufficient to satiate my voracious appetite. The fusion of breakfast and lunch, a harmonious symphony of flavors, entices both my eyes and taste buds. Alas, behind this facade of culinary pleasure lies a strategic maneuver, a means to economize. Curious, isn't it?

My mind wanders, traversing the vast expanse of ideas, yearning to expand its dominion. Yet, when the time comes to transcribe these thoughts onto paper, they diminish, shrinking into insignificance. Ludicrous, isn't it? I jest, for if you were to inquire, I would humbly declare that my mind possesses an uncharacteristic lack of professionalism.

Ah, a recollection emerges from the depths of my memory, a conversation with one of my many acquaintances. Note, I use the term "friends" loosely, for the topic of friendship is a multifaceted gem, deserving of more than a fleeting discussion. Now, this particular friend happens to be of the fairer sex. Inquisitively, I queried her, "Do you possess a visual representation of your ideal man, perhaps in the form of a sketch or a vivid description?" I assure you, dear reader, that the description she offered would evoke raucous laughter from the depths of your being.

Allow me to clarify, my intentions harbor no ill will towards my female companions, nor do I seek to compete for their affections. However, I find myself perplexed by the attributions of inanimate objects bestowed upon the concept of an ideal man. Please spare me the barrage of inquiries or negative retorts, for I do not align myself with any particular movement or ideology. Instead, I embrace the values of respect, tolerance, and coexistence, though admittedly, my stance may appear enigmatic.

In the labyrinth of my thoughts, I find solace. Even amidst confusion, I strive to navigate the intricacies of existence, seeking understanding and harmony in this ever-evolving world

… thinking

There is no point!!

the Promise