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Often mistaken to be spirits, they travel through and atop water. They feast off of the nectar of fruits from trees, rice and small animals.
Only seen wearing robes. Their race values intercourse for they believe its a ritual that pleases their god.
I love you!
Let’s go forward together, I won’t fall this time!
We used up the whole box of bandaids, didn’t we? The bike is all rusty and rickety. It was my fault for making us ride it in the rain . We wouldn’t have fallen that way.
How do you feel about me, really?
Are you forcing something because you have to, because you want to?
Have you lost touch from it, are you trying to find it again?
Do you want this? Or do you feel obliged to?
I love you either way
Yours truly, Vanne
I miss poem writing, but the muscles in my hands have memorized plenty of other things.
Yours truly, Vanne
How do I help someone. I don’t want to be selfish. Or relatable. I don’t want to say empty words.
All I can do is be there. So I’ll be here. But maybe it’s empty.
Yours truly, Vanne
Life’s quite alright now. I’m reading my old posts and though I didn’t write much I know I was very very sad. It’s all okay now. It does get better.
Jeez, that’s insane. The first 2 poems I wrote here were from a year ago? Time really really flies. I guess it’s because it’s a pandemic. I couldn’t imagine being an adult in the pandemic at the moment. That must really be hell.
Right now is incredible. A step in the right direction. I’m happy. Not perfect, duh. But happier. Last year I was starving myself. I was drowning under the weight of my insecurity. I didn’t talk to anyone at all. I think my Instagram account was more than vacant. I don’t remember crying a lot, I think I was more empty than sad. Like there was a void I should fill. But now I think that void is filled. I just have to find a way to keep it right. I have to make sure it’s comfy. I will I can do it. All my friends have faith in me, and me writing this is proof I have faith in me as well.
Yours truly, Vanne
I’m gone. Don’t be sad. It’s ok. Now you have less of a burden to tak care of, mom and dad. You don’t need to text me any more everybody. Why you felt obligated to I’m not fucking sure. Now I’m gone. Be happy. Because that’s one less person to waste your energy on. Trust me I’m happier here. Living is a chore. It’s so boring. And sad.
The evening you kissed me on my forehead, did you feel it? “I love you” was the only thing running through my mind.
Yours truly, Vanne
Sometimes I’ll forget about it. I want to forget about it. But it always creeps back. It’ll sting like a bittersweet thorn. I won’t pull it out. Instead I’ll keep my head up and my best foot forward, for I’ve traversed through many gardens and bushes before.
Yours truly, Vanne