Just like that, she retreats to her home realm
her figure in the ocean,
her spirit by the stars,
her remnants with the winds
I have expended much of myself without actively replenishing. My inner being is chaotically housing a frantic shell and crinkled soul. As much as I like to be with people, a time of solitude is necessary for me to develop some introspection and to fill myself back with self-love. So for now, I am unavailable.
It’s tough to remain positive and grateful in dark times, but thanks to the nature of this blog, I am forced to reflect on the good as well. Thanks for keeping me afloat, dear blog. Also, thanks, random photo grid of people in my camera roll, for helping me see my end goals and motivating me to push forward. Cheers to future simple words of gratitude.
In the dead winter
he overdosed on
polluted his soul
He chooses darkness
sees tainted ugliness.
Yet, at the core, he has a brilliant soul.
It itches to shine, too petrified to
In the fresh spring
she was vitalized by the
unclipped her wings
She chooses light
sees pure beauty.
She forbids the darkness within
from consuming her, peacefully
They pity each other.
To a dark one: Thank you for bringing me to reality a bit, and pointing out my ugly side. Through you, I was reminded that we all have light and darkness coexisting within ourselves. I’ve been so caught up in trying to be positive and a saint, that I didn’t see how my actions could have been more harmful than helpful. You have shown me how different human perspectives can be.
Thanks for inspiring me. I have learned from you, and I hope that you have learned a thing or two from me as well.
I see beauty in you. I feel sad for you. I care for you. Most importantly, though, I believe in you. Good luck, boo.