Hello 2025.

And when I’m gone, it will remain,
A part of me through joy and strain.
For what I make is more than gold—
It carries warmth within the cold.

It’s easy to chase what others do,
But hollow paths don’t lead to true.
I craft with purpose, not for fame,
Each step a pulse, each touch a name.

At dawn, I feel it once again,
The chance to build, to break the chain.
A product more than lines and clicks,
A heartprint etched in what it picks.

Each line of code, each careful hue,
Is part of me, and something new.
A piece of soul in every part,
A living, breathing work of heart.

Will others feel the care I give?
The way it moves, the way it lives?
Not just to function, but to spark,
A moment’s light within the dark.

At dawn, the light is soft and slow,
A quiet space where visions grow.
The world still sleeps, the air is clear,
And in this silence, thoughts draw near.

I think of what I’m building now,
A product shaped by heart, somehow.
Not just a tool or fleeting trend,
But something deeper, something penned.

Maybe touching some grasses is not a bad idea.

Capturing thoughts 💭 during dawn is one of its kind exercises.