Set Meridian

The sky stretched endlessly, and the air was light, as if the very act of flying could erase all the weight of the world. Memories surfaced—perfect, fleeting moments—first kisses, late-night laughter, summers that felt infinite. Everything is exactly as it should be. The future seemed clear, a continuation of this peace. Days filled with joy, love, and adventure. This is how it’s supposed to end,...

The night is quiet, but the waves are alive, crashing rhythmically against the shore. You walk along the coastline, your feet sinking into the sand with every step. The air is warm, filled with salt, and there's a sense of something timeless hanging in it—something you can't quite put into words. With each step, you move closer to the ocean’s embrace, the world around you slipping away. The horizo...

Hit the ground like it insulted you. Let your boots smash the floor, your fists pound the air. The music isn’t just sound—it’s a challenge, a battle cry. Jump until the rage boils over, until your legs scream for mercy. Let the sweat drip, let the fire burn; this is your war zone, and you’re here to conquer. Every stomp sends a shockwave through your soul, shaking loose the chains of whatever held...

At dawn, a flock of starlings sweeps across the sky, weaving patterns that seem almost rehearsed. Each bird watches the others, borrowing the angles of their turns, the timing of their dips, and the rhythm of their flight. None flies alone, yet none follows blindly. Instead, they adapt, blending what they see into their own unique path through the air. It’s not just movement; it’s a silent dialogu...

I walked her to her car, the night air still humming with our laughter and conversations. The parking lot was quiet, stars barely visible overhead, but she lit up everything around her in that beautiful yellow jumper. She leaned against her car and turned to me, her eyes lingering like there was something left unspoken, something waiting between us. My heart pounded so loud I was sure she could he...

Gravity’s like life’s own bind, An unseen pull you’re sure to find. No matter how you leap or fight, It holds you steady, keeps things tight. Some forces can’t be swayed or bent, They’re markers of where time is spent. So let them shape the path you take, For even bounds help dreams awake.

Collaboration with https://soundcloud.com/travelingflwr In a quiet valley, two glowing circles floated in the sky. One was bright and warm, but its light seemed scattered. The other was dark, pulling in shadows but showing nothing. The people below watched them, puzzled, as neither circle seemed to serve a real purpose on its own. One day, the circles began to overlap. As they did, light and shado...

One day, you wake up and truly see the beauty that surrounds you, with awe and admiration of the journey you've traveled. In that moment, you must pause, take a deep breath, and hold onto it all. The dust in your shoes tells the story of the long road you've walked, the sweat on your brow is the stamp of the burden you've carried, and the wrinkles around your eyes are the clear telltale of the lau...

You open the book and turn the page to discover and unveil the story. It's what you expect, pages and letters that tell you what it is. Except not with you, the letters are secret code, the pages cut, and when you close the book the real story begins and the knife plunges in your back. Lies fly, and stories are made to break down and destroy your prey. Double-faced, poison purveyor, do stay away f...

Two birds, a robin with bright feathers and a quiet little sparrow, flew together in the early morning light. They found a strong branch and started collecting twigs, weaving them into a simple nest. With each new twig, the nest became sturdier, much like their growing connection. They worked side by side, not needing words, just knowing this tiny, delicate nest would soon be their home. As the ne...

An old legend tells of a timeless love between the sun and the moon. Alas, their love could never fully blossom, for they could not be together, the moon rises at sunset, and the sun at dawn. For eternity, they had to content themselves with those fleeting moments of twilight in the morning and evening when they could catch a glimpse of each other and share stories of what they had witnessed. Duri...

Every so often you embark on a quest or a task and you throw all your will and desires. It's the only light you see, even when it burns so far away. It's a beacon in the dark, guiding you blindly forward. Obstacles in the way are swatted left and right, with virtuous disregard. When you finally reach your goal, you proudly stand arms up in the sky, yelling out of the top of your lungs. You turn ba...

Delivering the best you can and sharing it generously without measure or regard is the best policy. So come back with a smile and a basket bursting with flowers. Spread goodness, sprinkle happiness, and deliver love! Let your heart be a garden where joy blooms, and share its bounty with everyone you meet. Each act of kindness, every cheerful gesture, is like planting a seed that will grow and blos...

Sometimes you find yourself gone and fully abstracted when learning something or looking at a new thing. The little details and intricacies that make things tick and go around. How the flow and steps change and transform, ending up in the desired product. Things everywhere move, swirl, and grind. Noises of all types carry the imagination even deeper, almost abandoning the body. Welcome to the old...

Welcoming a long-unseen, family member who has traveled from afar, is like witnessing the arrival of a comet streaking across the night sky. Their sudden and resplendent entrance shatters the mundane with a blaze of joy and awe. This seldom-encountered celestial wanderer ignites the heavens with a spectacular display of shared histories and revived connections. As the comet blazes its brilliant pa...

Picture the world, the news, the stories. They sing to you. Like the radio playing the summer classics that end up engraved in your brain. Much like that, the songs of the stories become the hits of the summer. Like your music, like your stories. Lyrics: Play your game (bis) Speak your name, I hear it well. Take your time, that's all we have. Play your game, I love to play. Walking around, seeing...

Sometimes you open the door and love is there, enjoy it. It will happen that eventually, that love will leave. Lyrics: Te canto a ti, sin condición, te llevo dentro, de mi corazón. Te marco así la pauta del amor, para que sepas por donde ir. Sueño con verte, la vida entera (bis). Que te vas de mi, amor sin un adios. Sin un adios, me quedo así, me quedo así. English (google translate): I sing to yo...

What will be left? We keep waiting and arguing about one degree or two, and that's not the point, right? We keep eating the planet, we keep burning nature. One more iceberg melted, who cares? there are more? You know what? On the map, where my color is, there are no icebergs, why care? ... :(

As the final hours of work ticked down, a palpable tension was felt in the air, much like the strange and frenetic energy of a bustling train station during peak hours. Anxiety gripping ever tighter, like invisible hands, applying pressure with each passing minute. Each feeling heavier than the last one. Inbox as big as ever, reminiscent of overstuffed suitcases of a trip. Amid the chaos, there wa...

Yes pain, we know it. It's there, it chokes. We've all been there, we cried, we wondered, we drown. We're all still here, we turned the page and dealt with the strokes. It can be done, it has been done, it will be hard, but do not frown.

Sometimes letting someone dear and close to us fly away is painful, sad, and filled with doubts. Yet it is the only way to let them find their wings and learn how to be. Everybody needs to fly, and be confident in letting go, with trust that we all eventually need to land back and feel the ground beneath. Enjoy their flights, see them soar, and love them for what they become!

Sometimes love is irregular, formed as a changing shape. It doesn't give, it doesn't take, it is not bad, nor good. Grab it and shape it to your liking! Letra: Voy a buscar aquel lugar donde tus ojos dejen sus enojos. Y que pensar para lograr que con aplomo logre despojos. Voy a cambiar y sin pensar por el camino un nuevo destino. Puedo confiar y me da igual que a tu alma pueda olvidar. Me escucha...

Walking the streets of life, it is normal to feel a bit suffocated by the monotony. Every street where every house looks identical, with matching fences and windows, matching life and people. Even if the sense of harmony, simplicity, and uniformity, gives a welcomed rest to the eye, it's but an illusion. The tapestry of monotony, with its gold thread, feels like magic that mesmerizes and eventuall...

As we set out on a journey along a winding road, we mostly find the path initially smooth and easy, much like our childhood. Then as we progress along, the road becomes rocky, and we have to learn to navigate these obstacles, where we grow stronger and wiser. Along the way, we meet others who share the same experiences, and we're reminded that we're not alone! And even so, despite uncertainties an...

In the quiet dance of shared dreams, they wove a nest of love. As skilled craftsmen, they selected twigs of shared experiences and feathers of mutual goals. Their singing echoed in the morning sun, using each vocalization to strengthen their bond. Together, they have created a sanctuary, a resilient haven where common goals adorned the walls with earthy colors. In life's winds, their nest stands f...