✨ Shine boldly 🕯️🐙
A playful glance into the darkness — and a gentle reminder to illuminate it.
When corruption wraps itself
like a sour octopus,
tentacles reaching into every pocket,
squeezes out the last drop of hope —
remember:
the darker around,
the smaller the candle, the brighter it shines.
Let that octopus press!
Let politicians throw "medicines" —
their suits sewn from old lies,
wallets stuffed with yesterday's newspapers.
Let them guard their castles
with blue lights and metal,
fear that love could awaken
and destroy their businesses.
They sell poison,
call it politics,
stick an excise stamp on the coffin
and call it progress—
but you?
You keep learning,
you escape their traps,
you become "too smart to understand."
(For them, it's a problem.)
When they wave "order"
like a discounted sword,
do not tremble —
smile.
Understand, their armor is made of foil and press releases,
and your shield — made of all the "I love you"s,
which you have ever quietly uttered
even for yourself.
You see, you're not just surviving —
you shine,
so much that even cockroaches feel uncomfortable.
Remember:
you are the universe,
pretending to be human for the sake of laughter,
so choose the attire of a god,
walk proudly,
and when darkness knocks —
open the door,
treat her to tea,
help her, light everything up with a blink.
Because no matter how dark the night is,
you are the laughter that darkness doesn't understand,
the punchline that keeps shining
just for fun.
(Laughter is more than it seems at first glance)
like a sour octopus,
tentacles reaching into every pocket,
squeezes out the last drop of hope —
remember:
the darker around,
the smaller the candle, the brighter it shines.
Let that octopus press!
Let politicians throw "medicines" —
their suits sewn from old lies,
wallets stuffed with yesterday's newspapers.
Let them guard their castles
with blue lights and metal,
fear that love could awaken
and destroy their businesses.
They sell poison,
call it politics,
stick an excise stamp on the coffin
and call it progress—
but you?
You keep learning,
you escape their traps,
you become "too smart to understand."
(For them, it's a problem.)
When they wave "order"
like a discounted sword,
do not tremble —
smile.
Understand, their armor is made of foil and press releases,
and your shield — made of all the "I love you"s,
which you have ever quietly uttered
even for yourself.
You see, you're not just surviving —
you shine,
so much that even cockroaches feel uncomfortable.
Remember:
you are the universe,
pretending to be human for the sake of laughter,
so choose the attire of a god,
walk proudly,
and when darkness knocks —
open the door,
treat her to tea,
help her, light everything up with a blink.
Because no matter how dark the night is,
you are the laughter that darkness doesn't understand,
the punchline that keeps shining
just for fun.