Apr 5
rough draft *
how confusing... the world.
us.
how odd. that nothing will ever quite be easy to tell .
changing. that is nature . but how beautiful. that moment, when it shines .
light glints off it. a sparkling prism. color. and for a moment, things settle, solidify, meld.
i want you to know. i don't want to doubt. i don't believe i'm an imposter. or so wrong. i think i might belong. unrecognizable as i am. something odd . something confusing.
i reach... please grab on.
i want us to go, not one, together.
no one left behind. not anymore.
#im trying to come up with some writing to submit to a collection#starting to run a deadline lol#just needed to get something down#and something#something out.#star_journal#pink_journal#dog_journal#im reaching into the pit of self and im pulling you out with me#we have our doubts of self#also the world#but also leaves fall and flowers blossom and bugs dig while birds fly and cant you feel that magic in the air too?#its all around you. it is you.