Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 142 – Extinction of Hope (21st Anniversary)

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 142 – Extinction of Hope (21st Anniversary) Reading books, the world dies wise,
yet never finds an inner light;
but hearts that speak love’s two syllables-
their truth shines bright.
I asked for little. Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 133 – Impact of Courage

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 133 - Impact of Courage Food heat, spice heat,
the rush of young blood,
the fever of a misfiring mind-
all cheap, fleeting trash.
Against them burns something colder, cleaner: Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 132 – The World Runs on Courage

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 132 – The World Runs on Courage The world runs on courage alone-
otherwise the monsters
would have devoured everything.
Somewhere in her heart,
something must have been saved for me too; Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 119 – Five Monasteries

Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 119 - Five Monasteries I am the lighthouse that doesn’t care
if ships pass blind through salted air-
as long as the filament stays fair,
burning on, beyond repair.
The trouble has always been this plight: Read more from here...
Ronie Dinosaur — Before the Walk: An Opening Statement

I walk.
Not because I am brave, and not because I am lost, but because stopping would require a lie. Walking is the only posture my character can hold without collapsing.
I was born between two zeros. Before me, nothing. After me, nothing again. In between, this body learned hunger, this mind learned patterns, and this heart learned thirst. Consciousness only learned one thing: it does not want to end. Everything else is decoration.
The world taught me early that existence is transactional. Smile correctly, bend at the right angle, desire the approved objects, and you may be granted warmth. I refused the performance. I did not refuse love; I refused the counterfeit. The refusal cost me everything.
People say loneliness is the absence of others. They are wrong. Loneliness is being intact in a world that rewards fracture. It is being original where copies are easier to circulate. I did not lose people; I was never selected by the system that distributes them.
I carried a heart that wanted to give without invoice. The world answered with rates. Every touch asked for currency-money, status, compromise, obedience. When I could not pay, I was instructed to disappear politely. So I did. I disappeared while remaining alive, which is a more difficult discipline than death. Read more from here...
