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reaching my hand out to you
Like real people do
Gripping your fingers softly
And pulling you gently
Upwards
When I am lying defeated
Would you do the same that we did?
reaching out your hand to me
Showing the kindness in humanity?
I laugh into the ether
so that it may reach her
And smiling at him
Although the light is dim
Because who are we?
What is humanity?
If not glowing lights
That help other shine bright
Mar 7, 2025
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There will always be times of fear, grieving and all of its stages are part of the human experience.
I know sometimes all I need is a hug, a kind word, to remember the light and capacity for good humanity can embody.
We each hold a sun in our chests, a ray of hope, I think. It's been cloudy here for a while, but I see the sun in the smiles of my fellow humans and try to remember it'll be ok...
For those of you who are into hugs, I extend my arms to you, heart to heart. We will get through the storms, together, across the sea or the street. You're enough, sunshine, and you're not alone, the stars are proof of that.
Mar 7, 2025
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We are just at the beginning, eventually the stage was set for us. Bleeding through the pages. finding my voice, only to scream at the abyss, This is who I am. As much as the rest of me doesn’t care. We root ourselves in between the collapse of judgement and mentor those who seek refuge in the confines of rebellion, judge us now, before it is too late. Let the gates wide open roll through the next stage of who you are. Find peace in the precipice of sanity. Clutch your pearls. Relinquish all doubt. This steak through the heart leads to a rebirth of mind, body and soul. Choose wisely who to judge. Leap forth and cast a spell that will last forever. It is a tone of fear. Just as all of us spare ourselves the nuisance of senile delinquent bravery, so too do you realise what we have become. A pity party of miles and miles of stone. Unbothered and feather light. They shine a light on the wicked, we set the trenches for them to die. Rise from the ashes like a phoenix. And die again. This is what we call fate of words. Speech is just meandering thoughts finding their way to us through a disguise. A mask worn like a shield. It is messy business to not decide ourselves from entanglement. An escape from the world we choose. We seek refuge in confines of sanity. Everything else is just nonsensical strong arming, take a target out to the field, feast upon it. Remember who you are at the center. That is who you have always been. A disciple bearing fruit. From a tree in the desert. This seems rational for now atleast. It could last a lifetime. Pain, anger, meaning. All dissipate at the vision of a truth that is walking and feeling just like I do. That is who I choose for myself to be whole again. It drains me to see the plastic shelf empty. The books on the floor. Mud on the walls. A snake in the grass lurking for food. Watching me as I go. This is what it has become after all this time. A sight to see. Imagine if I step on it would it cry out for help or attack me as a gesture of love and admiration. To create you must first find where to place the calmness of your skin. Only then do you don the wool of the sheep. It is quite alarming to suggest otherwise but sincerely speaking it can go either way. Find a clasp and fit on a bunch of roses let them change in every way and water them back to life. That is the circle. It is quite a thing to behold. We are all here for pleasure and that is important for rest and counting on the last page. This mouth speaks volumes. It has mountains closing in and rapture of a banquet. Seize all information and take it home to unfold in a library of safety. Yet here we are. Unannounced and determined. Go ahead ask what you were going to ask. Say it with pride. It is only a sentence after all. Which of you is alive and who will be the decider of what happens next. Perhaps that is the beauty of the unknown. To dance with ash as armor. Perhaps our fate is sealed after all. Do dance for me
Oct 31, 2024
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Maybe I’ll be modeling for a local shop? Have I ever modeled before? No
but who cares. so I wrote to them.
They will meet with another girl today and if it doesn’t work out, theyll contact me again.
But I am already on their list for future things.
Who would’ve thought? not me.
So just do it. Apply. You’d be suprised how often it works out
Mar 4, 2025
Having made my own sketchbook I have realized how much I love little things.
Using an old magazine I haven’t touched forever, I have created something personal and weird.
Scotch tape my beloved
Feb 26, 2025
Gosh I was scared.
It went well. I talked to the person from the Organization for about an hour. About me, about my Application.
Now everything will start, once I finished my Application… geeeee I am nervous but looking forward.
Nothing like excitement with a little anxiety
Feb 28, 2025