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Chamomile and daisies
Yours, yours, yours
I wonder and wonder like a child at a windowsill.
I wait and wait and hope and hope.
I whisper it, for only me to hear-
“Yours, yours, yours.”
A prayer; an oath.
Begging all gods to let me keep this.
I haven’t felt this real before.
Please, let it stay.
Please, even through the little numbers and massive integers.
Asking the stars. The gods. “Are you sure I get to have this?”
They answer yes every time. It feels too good to be true- fantasy, fictitious.
I try my best to believe it.
I’m getting there.
I’m like a moth drawn to a flame
— Bob Dylan from When the Deal Goes Down on Modern Times (2006)
—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva
[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]
[Plain text: -On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva
text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room. End ID.]
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Hokusai, s.d.
Van Gogh, 1890
i hope you guys know defending disabled people's right to exist in public also involves defending disabled people's right to exist in public in ways that others might perceive as annoying, unpleasant, uncomfortable, and inconvenient at times. a blatant example is the "slow walker" thing. someone with tourette's syndrome who has issues with verbally ticcing is likely going to have trouble staying quiet in a public space where they're expected to be and doesn't deserve to be met with anger or punishing behavior for it. autistic children (and some adults) getting triggered into meltdowns due to an overstimulating environment. people with hearing problems having their phone on speaker while on a phone call. a wheelchair user taking up part of the road/sidewalk/aisle. people with autism, adhd, hearing problems, or other things that affect volume control having loud conversations. someone audibly talking to themselves, which can be attributed to many things. motor tics. dyskinesia. ataxia. pseudobalbar effect. the list goes on. some of thus may even be potentially triggering for your own issues if you're someone who's also mentally and/or physically disabled, but if you're well aware of how you can't help your response to it, you should be equally aware of how others can't help themselves either. people who aren't able to be disabled quietly and conveniently don't deserve to be punished or met with anger (or turned into a spectacle) for not deciding to shut themselves away.
Nights away; habitual
Missing you aches like frostbite.
Winter winds blow straight through me. I’m helpless, numb to the ice- so thoroughly chilled to the bone.
I thought by now I’d freeze to death.
I think I’m too afraid of endings to die.
Normalcy cuts like a dull blade.
Weaving in my fractured pieces and wondering where I am to go. I have spots for all my socks but am so uncertain of my own belonging.
I’m awake in the night again.
I think I’m too afraid of pauses to sleep.
Terror stings like an ex-friend.
I knew it once. I wish on all your stars it stays gone, alas it returns evermore. Opens old wounds with it’s slivered teeth, claims me as it’s own.
I thought by now I’d be braver.
I think I’m too afraid of change to free myself from it.
December. Over and over.
On and on. Routine.
Familiarity, for once, unwelcome.
‘little starlight’ prints here
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Fernando Pessoa // Michel Foucault