Default mode
when the path ahead is shrouded in fogsome resort to motivation woven into songsor written on wallsto help calm their fearsfor us, inspirationis written on our genesLike instincts written into the minds of insectsnever-giving up is our default modeworking in silence the codeeven when we're brokewe're still paying the price of victory
lessons
Image by Alexandre Moreira hard lessons, written down for revisionsyet everyday it seems the lessons never endand writing seems futilemistakes too many to noteand the chance to apply lessons learnt never seems to comenew mistakes, new lessons everyday looks like circumstances are constantly updating themselves patterns too complex for me to figure the trickthrown away my lesson books…
Noise
She keeps talking and distracting my thoughts, and doesn't seem to notice the cues I keep dropping to indicate it's not a good time for chitchat. My approach has always been indirect when it comes to telling people things they won't be comfortable hearing. But in my mind, the message sits there, in its crude form: You're lousy. Shut up.
While it rained
It was raining heavily. I sat on the floor, my back against the bed, staring through the open window at the palm fronds swaying in the strong winds. The room still had a bit of the afternoon warmth, which was yet to give way to the cold outside. I thought of my flatmate who was returning from a journey. He certainly will be caught in the rain, beaten and drained of every joy that propelled him on his adventure.
just a novice
Image by Valentina Sergi just a novicetrying to be noticedsometimes this feels likea waste of timetoo many stars in the skyno space for mine to shineeven if it glitteredwho cares?been waiting for my timeas if waiting for a bell to be chimedor probably it has gone off already And I was too deaf to hear it ringing
Sometimes
Image by Anya Juàrez Sometimes I wonderwhy good things worth havingrequire so much work, so much effortsometimes when the going gets toughI envy the deadwho have no more worries to think aboutBut when times turn betterI look back and reflect on the good things I would have missed if I were no more
They all know
Image by Sebastian Ervi From the moment the cup is handed to one of them, they all know that the recipient is going to be the hitsong maker of that year. They never had disagreements among themselves like other categories of artists were fond of doing on social media, and were always cited as role models, until a video of one of their members was leaked.
Her late husband
She believed he always loved her. They had little misunderstandings like every other couple, but it was never the kind that escalated into an acrimony that involved the external family, something that threatened a breakup. And many could attest to how he was so fond of her. He wasn't a billionaire, but he did everything he could to make sure she was at ease.
http://greatbenji.business.blog/2026/03/17/her-late-husband/
The tricky top
seems simple stepsthese tedious tasksthese tragic trekspacked phony pathssuch savage slopesslow stressful streakshurt hollow hopeswild windy weeksdark doleful daysmad mystic mazeposh pleasant peak
The rocks and the trees have become one
Dodowa Falls, Ghana on this mountainthe trees,like tourists,come and gobut the rocks never diethey've been lying here watching the once mighty waterfallage and shrink even the tallest of trees come and gonone lives foreverthe rocksthey have always been here from the beginningbut the presence of the invading treeshave left marks on the mighty rocks…
http://greatbenji.business.blog/2026/03/15/the-rocks-and-the-trees-have-become-one/
