Li-thium(es)Fe-rrum

A beautiful beginning has never promised a beautiful ending. Every story is born from moments destined to fade, yet filled with hopes that know no end. Somewhere between life and lies, even silence forgets which one it belongs to. The first smile lingers only for a moment, while its answer stays for years. Sometimes, death feels gentler than humanity itself.

They speak of love as though it were eternal, yet struggle to offer it to the soul in the mirror. Their smiles shine brightly, but their eyes whisper a different truth. In time, everyone becomes a Gemini, divided between what is seen and what is hidden, alive on the surface, aching underneath. Before another soul is weighed, perhaps our own reflection deserves the same gaze.

Respect has never asked for much. Even so, it is often left behind. Endless scrolling fills empty hours, but leaves empty hearts untouched. Perhaps, one day, let me become the place your eyes return to instead. Love begins to lose its voice the moment another hand starts writing its script. Even the lovebirds resting on a quiet branch seem to understand what people have forgotten.

In the end, solitude asks for nothing. It simply waits. Every heart carries a story too heavy for ordinary words. Somewhere between life and lies, the distance grows so small it is no longer easy to tell them apart. The rainbow road appears without making a sound, like a thought no one else hears. And surrender, sometimes, arrives not as defeat, but as the quietest form of peace.