Feb 28, 2025
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In march, the earth wakes up once again.
Khush Bakht via wordedarchive
how was your sleep? [i love you] this reminded me of you [i love you] i'll only go if you're planning to [i love you] let me buy this for you [i love you] it's fine, don't overthink it [i love you] i prayed for you [i love you] you don't have to say please to me [i love you] make sure you eat on time [i love you] i trust your choice [i love you] i can't wait to meet you [i love you] take care of yourself for me [i love you] i know you love the red heart emoji so i only send it to you [i love you] you've got this! [i love you] good night [i love you]
please, for the sake of everything you hold dear, let not your creativity be touched by ai. express what comes to you the natural way. let it be messy, imperfect and not neat. paint with the urgency of a sailor standing on a ship's bay. pluck the chords of that guitar as it's the last time you're ever going to play. spilling emotions on paper is sacred. tis the art of birthing a new world out of thin air. true beauty is instilled by human heart in every skill, profession or hobby. don't give it away in the name of pretentious mastery.
i met my younger self for coffee today and we talked of love. i told her of all the things she wanted to have but never got. we talked of fears, future and the ability to continue on. she seemed horrified at the prospect of ever saying a no. abruptly, she wanted to leave but with time, we realised that problems does not always have to be concealed. she said she wants to be me when she grows up and that tiny sentence healed.
things my mother might've forgotten to teach me, but i've learned anyway:
watching the sun rise in the sky / tieing my own shoelaces / swallowing that sad lump in my throat / be the observant one in a room / wrapping myself in shawls instead of coats / wringing these bones till doom / being a safe space to comfort souls / breaking that generational curse and saying no / waking up each day and feeling whole
and then i think, all this grief is really just me trying to keep you alive. to continue keeping you safe in the little closet that is my heart. because what really is grief if not love preserved.