Rec | ELEMENTS OF A TRAGIC POET #1

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the world is turning yet i remain i remain as i always have for i am pieces of myself, searching for the whole i am growing too big for my own skin twisting and turning breaking and bending myself in the process of it all accepting a change that doesn't yet know who i am -moncherimaggot

@moncherimaggot

Jan 4, 2025

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@macar0ni2

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there are things i think are weird but it’s not that they are actually weird it’s that they are unusual or they bring me a new perspective — one that i’m not so used to — like seeing an orange tractor on the side of the road surrounded by three men in orange construction suits in the middle of the french countryside or the fact that at the beach yesterday, the foggy glimpse of land, the island we could see in the distance was the british island of jersey. it made me think about how the world is really so small and that we, humans, are the ones that make it seem so big and vast. we are the ones that over complicate over think over populate over build over use over dignify ourselves when we are just merely visitors in this never ending universe. and somehow, in some situations that idea is safety and comfort. it’s refreshing to know that as messy and as complicated our lives are, none of it actually matters. because if nothing matters, we can get away with a lot. we can be mean and crazy and stupid and in love and happy and hungry for more and sad and lively and alone. but then i remember that “we are not a drop in the ocean we are the ocean in a drop” and we don’t have to pretend that our emotions are meaningless and that our lives aren’t meant to be lived and we aren’t meant to be thought about and cared for and loved. the things we feel are real and they hurt. they are painful. they are beautiful. they stay and they pass. just like the fog that covers up jersey — just like the tractor on the side of the road — just like us.

@sunflowerlady

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our faces don’t really look the same - Aware

- happy snowstorm to those experiencing it. over time i’ve been quite used to my environment changing around me. i know with how much control i’ve exhibited that it hasn’t been a case of myself lacking control or my *will* being meaningless, but rather the way i wake up. - in the past few months, i shut myself off in attempts to minimize whatever i was feeling. i’m still guilty of it but, looking at pictures of myself before i turned out this way makes me see that even if i can’t see how my behavior’s changed, i can see the physical. this is a very stupid and literal reference, but “changes” by david bowie goes as such: / Ch-ch-changes, just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can’t trace time / time will change us. no matter what, but our efforts will amount to something if we try imitating its grip! facing it first, (grimly) succumbing to time could be what makes us change. there’s times where my change isn’t my priority. i’m guilty of wondering how other people think of me now, when i will never be able to know such “hows”. i get scared, terrified of how someone else may have changed, and like with how the physical changes are the most obvious, the aspect that sets in the most fear for me is seeing how people physically change. it’s an odd feeling. you meet who you’re going to be in the future, in each fleeting moment, but once that isn’t in your control, and you’re facing what you can’t lie about, you can’t stop how your environment changes. people look different, their perceptions of you change. all you can do is think what you could do differently, or accept everything. accept who you’re going to be and everything you’re not.