What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
A butterfly upon my collarbone,
A silent quest that’s mine alone.
It stirs with hope and dares to rise,
A fleeting promise in open skies.
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A Seeker
What is one word that describes you?
A seeker, restless as the turning tide,
Chasing whispers where mysteries hide.
Not bound by paths, nor lost, nor still,
Drawn by the pull of a deeper will
Through echoes and verses, Through shadow and gleam,
I waltz with questions, adrift in a dream.
Not lost, not found yet always free,
A seeker, forever unfolding in me.
Treasure
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Not in trophies, not in fame,
Not in the whispers of my name.
But the voices soft yet strong,
“You’re the best, Mom”, is my joy lifelong.
Life
Beats of joy, beats of strife,
Rhythms lost, then found in life.
Soft and steady, loud and free,
Life drums on, its a melody
Simi.
The Art of Unrushed Journeys
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
My Little Hero
Who is the most confident person you know?
His hands not toughened, his age still young,
Yet dreams run deep, like songs unsung.
My son won’t wait for fate’s decree,
He forges ahead to shape destiny.
Pause
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
I do not bow to joy or sorrow,
Nor let them shape my soul’s tomorrow.
I make them wait, just for a breath,
Between the walls of thought and depth.
A fleeting pause, a silent test,
To see which feelings serve me best.
And if they prove their worth with grace,
I let them rise, I give them space.
Drift
What activities do you lose yourself in?
“I lose myself in nature’s song,
where rivers hum and winds belong.
The golden sun, the moon’s embrace,
I fade into their boundless grace.”
Unreplayed
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
“I don’t replay the scenes I’ve seen,
For life’s too vast, too wild, too keen.
New tales await, fresh dreams unfold,
Why linger in embers when flames take hold?”
Discernment
Are you superstitious?
“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace,
I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place.
For only through doubt does wisdom grow,
Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
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