By: Eyerishlianne Have you gone with the flow? Are you getting used to the distances? Can you still breathe in this state of ours? If not, please rise. The world is moving faster, As fast as we cannot catch up. Try to keep up or you will be left behind. It is now asking ourselves: Am I spending my life in a way which I will not regret? Or am I mostly spending this in a way which I will regret? It became even louder after the silence, It became even wilder after disasters. Am I still on the boat leading to peacefulness and wonders? Am I still in the line of marchers Directing to my purposes? We are now in this race of a new beginning, but full of uncertainties, my beloved ones. Viruses, technologies, politics, wars, and even catastrophes. It is like I am doing my best now, as well as I could, and tomorrow will take care of itself. I hope so do you. Please take heart, brethren. It will come to pass.

A sonnet by Eyerishlianne I saw myself languishing to pretend, Thinking I have a Hercules knot inside me. I want to hold back and to stop is my intent, Knocking off is uphill, please believe me. But denying is not really working, Closed eyes but seeing clasped hands in the field. Twain swans getting their way, joyous dancing, And there this pair of doves in the airfield. I am agitated in this moment, Can't imagine me making confession. I am beyond grateful smelling your scent, Can this enamored see your impression? Would you smile if I tell you honestly? Perhaps restrain this and wait patiently.

by: eyerishlianne In front of a blinding zone Seeing meadow waves alone Attracted to bough yonder Eyes narrowed like a watcher Looking closer at a bird It's singing with joy I heard Alongside other warblers, I hope to stay forever Enjoying serenity Sky, wind, and tranquility Place I would not disregard Be here today and onward

by: Eyerishlianne Out from the darkness, Dancing lights in the distance, Fireflies in the leaves.

By: Eyerishlianne Middlemarch, Huckleberry Finn, The Grapes of Wrath, and Frankenstein. I run my hand over the books—neat, orderly, and perfectly lined up. The light is focused right where I need it. The room is full of a deep silence, yet I find myself humming a quiet tune. The scent of this place is comforting; I always want to stay a little longer. I pick out a book and a notepad, then settle into the soft couch. It is a peaceful feeling—quiet and calm. A day of rest that still feels productive. I cherish every minute of this stillness. I sip a glass of water, letting the quiet protect me from the loud world outside. I am alone, but I am not lonely. My soul is singing, and my heart beats with a steady, gentle rhythm. I would read a million books just to stay in this home of mine. If I had to choose between the mall and this room, the choice is easy. Reading is a need for me. My phone is away; I have no interest in notifications. But if you want to stay and learn, the door is wide open—if your heart feels the same as mine. Let the words in these letters bring you joy and help you reach your wildest dreams.