The Rich Shiba Inu

At home, I have my sacred seat,My coffee warm, my steady beat.The waves still crash behind the screen—So why do I chase ...

I chased the ball, but slipped instead—The grass was wet; I bumped my head.A bark too loud, a leash too tight,The timing...

A seat still warm, but not reserved—A winding path that stays uncurved.A folded napkin, not a throne—A gentle step when ...

A chair, a breeze, a patch of sun—No prize was claimed, no race was run.It cost no coin, it bore no tag,Just felt like p...

I ate alone, no photos shared,The seat was warm, the staff still cared.No trending dish, no perfect plate,Just soup that...

A bubble doesn’t rise to shout,It lingers in the quiet doubt.Not lost, not found, just in between—A space that floats wh...

I don’t rush meals or chase the clock,I leave some space between each walk.No need to fill up every part—The richest day...

They called it waste—I let it be.But five-star life breathes quietly.A door held open, flowers placed,No rush, no clock,...

A cola sip, the sunrise near,A quiet puff, the sea so clear.No grand parade, no golden light—Just morning calm before th...

In Pattaya, the numbers lie—A suite for forty? Don’t ask why.Charcoal chicken, mango bliss,All for coins you’d barely mi...