I shall rewrite this as a deep philosophical poem, A journey into the depths of the human soul, Seeking connection, but not as a whole. Waiting, pondering, contemplating time, A desire for fulfillment, a longing sublime, But alas, I am not a free bird, No, my heart is not easily
In the heat of the moment, I yearn to have her right in front of me, to indulge in the sensation of touching her soft, inviting ass, caressing every curve. The memory of our phone call from yesterday still lingers, as I recall the seductive sound of her voice. The
I wrote this piece an year ago as a story In twilight's fold, an Indian sage did muse, Upon life's fragile thread, its woven hues. A journey's end, where meanings lose their grip, Where once-told tales and truths begin to slip. This grand enigma of our fleeting breath, A dance
Why have we become so excessively productive? It feels like we're constantly on overload, pushing ourselves to the brink. Why can't we just pause? Where is everyone headed, and why? I often ask myself why we're so engrossed in work. The answer seems to be to provide, but when does
I wanted to take you back to 2021 when Cynsar Capital first started out. It was a different time, and I was a bit like a kid in a candy shop, looking for the right businesses to invest in but a bit lost in the maze of options. We knew
There are two kinds of tomatoes: one that's sweet and another that's... well, a bit grumpy. You see, tomatoes are naturally red, like they've just heard the funniest joke and can't stop blushing. I mean, seriously, have you ever seen anything blush so hard? Now, here's a juicy tidbit -