Dear You, Who Gave the Bomb to a Child ✍️ Written in flight, somewhere between silence and grief Dear You, Do you remember the day you handed a nuclear code to a five-year-old? I do. I wasn’t in the room, but I felt the tremble in the air. I watched
– Subtitle: From the Land of Freedom to the Prison of Fear – “Once called the Melting Pot, a nation that embraced all races and cultures— shall we talk about how you became zombies, gripped by fear? Shall we begin the sad story of how people no longer know who’s truly
A message found on the ground. A vibration carved into time. April 4, 2025 Seoul, South Korea A citizen knelt on the street and began to write— not on paper, but on asphalt. With chalk as her voice, she wrote what many of us feel but cannot say. We were
Dear You, Who Are Living in Fear I remember you. I remember a park in New York City where people of every color sat quietly under the same sky, sharing the same silence. No one asked where you were from. No one cared what you wore, what you believed, or
Dear You, Who Almost Forgot the Light Hi. If you’ve felt nothing for a while, it’s not because you’re weak. It’s because you’ve carried too much for too long. The world is noisy. It tells you to get angry, to react, to shout— as if
Dear You, You’re not crazy. You’re not broken. You’re not overreacting. You’re waking up. And that… is why it hurts so much. The world you’ve known is slipping through your fingers. The people you trusted seem distant. What used to comfort you no longer does.