Greetings, friends of @holos-lotus. My grandfather had a unique way of telling stories. He didn't use dates or famous names. He talked about what they ate, how much a kilo of bread cost, how they managed

It was bought with excitement, given as a gift, and received with smiles. It was played with for a while, fed, and its water changed occasionally. But with each passing day, the attention diminishes slightly.

Life is another name of struggle. The life of everyone is not the same but almost everyone needs to go through a certain level of difficulties in life and struggle a lot for it doesn't matter the financial

Spiraling. Swirls are pretty.... at least.🤷‍♀️ Photo: Shivansh Sharma on Unsplash (thank you 🥰)

Lies We Know Truth - a poem by Ana Clark December 2025 Don’t say. We don’t. Say. Mouth and eyes- no way. Yet, knowing— they. No yay. Not yesterday. NOT today. Like that inside joke. Joke? Okay. No way.

My grandmother did crosswords, watched The Young and the Restless, and tended to that garden that I was too young to realize was remarkable. She was young—I could feel it—but aged by circumstance. She

The Empty Space People say it’s just a pet. I hate that. She wasn’t just a pet. She was part of my life, part of my routine, part of my mornings and nights. She was there in ways no one else was. And now

Growing up is learning to love our parents. Right? But what when you figure out that your parents aren't actually nice. And you have to spend years LEARNING to BE nice. To be empathetic and kind. What

El Día Que Conocí a mi Hermano

A poem inspired by Delirium from the Netflix series (and book) called Sandman. I saw the sky in pieces sharp and torn It tasted like sugar, but it stung like scorn The ground was laughing it swallowed

Seen from the road, the building looks like an ordinary East German GDR apartment block: A rocket area from the cold war

The older you get, the more you think about death. Or maybe, faced with the passings of loved ones, you spend a little time dwelling on mortality. Some monks meditate on death to prepare themselves for

The Chesterfield is everywhere. It is found in the dark corners of cosy dive bars. It's in the window of the cafe, where elegant people sip on their bean juice. And recently, it has dominated my Facebook

When Pain Blocks My Words I'm trying. But.. It’s difficult to write while trapped in pain. Words feel crippled, as if something inside me is splintered and bent. Every attempt to move forward is strained,

I didn’t understand Delirium from the Sandman series. Didn’t know why I loved her so much. Googled. Still didn’t understand her. Google basically confirmed that no one understood her. I found the dictionary

Ello! I am sitting here at my desk thinking about what I was going to type right now and this program is full screen on my PC monitor. That means I can see the first photo that is on this post on my right.

I'm looking for great blogs to follow. Many of the ones that I currently follow (from years ago) are either MIA or quietly voting; no posts. I've found a few great creators these past few days, but I want

Street Workout Community Source English Failure is an experience every athlete knows, almost like an inevitable ritual on the path to success. Personally, I've felt that bitter mix of frustration, sadness,

A very young girl, about seven years old, lies asleep. Though her body rests, her mind is wide awake in a shadowy realm. This feels different—the dreams before didn’t feel like this. She can’t find herself.

I learned a lesson about addiction a few years back. And since then, I see it everywhere. People need to hit rock bottom in order to get out and change things. And that is not only about substance- or