Life is just one long series of “I’ll figure it out” moments.

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Life is just one long series of “I’ll figure it out” moments.
Chillin’ on the Bridge
I was once three years old, and I knew everything that I needed to know. I knew that I loved books and my mom, that my favorite stuffed animal, Bunny, would never leave me, that the stars were pretty but the dark was scary, and that it was easy to get hurt but it was also easy to find people to help me blow out dandelions when my breath was not strong enough to release my grand wish into the ever-loving universe.
My soul didn’t feel at home in these new sunsets. The clouds began to gaze upon me differently, and the trees no longer danced to the intonation of my consonants with their accustomed familiarity.
Maybe fate lay beyond the sun. Somewhere pure and perfect, draped on an ornate couch, while its fingers idly toy. And I was a speck of dusk swept into the plaything's path.
Frosty Morning at the Wetlands
— Nitya Prakash
by Caitlin
have you noticed the whole thing coming apart at the seams lately
hate on me all you want. animals run to me, kids smile at me, strangers tell me their stories, people feel safe around me and if life has taught me anything, it's that energy doesn't lie.
Filling a niche
Snowy trees
I was sad today.
I couldn't tell anyone why, exactly.
The birds were chirping outside the window,
The sunrise looked like an explosion of colour,
I had some food to eat, water to drink, and yet...
The darker parts of my consciousness were winning, my body and soul felt heavier, and the telltale prickling in my eyes had signaled that I was on the edge of tears since before the sun rose.
I wish I could understand why, so maybe I could explain it at the very least to myself.
But, I was sad today.
Crow time
MAY YOU NEVER LOSE YOUR HYPERFIXATION