My heart, it soars
Spending not a single day chained to the earth no longer
While my body, it rots
Beneath the daisy field
a little moodboard
Out of my ignorance, I called you a homeland and I forgot homelands are taken away.
— Mahmoud Darwish
“I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.
Virginia Woolf
— I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)
I miss the cold
The foggy air, the gloomy sky
The grey clouds
For a short time my feelings appear justified
When the snow covers the ground
When the cold winds make people shiver
I don’t feel like a burden
People start talking about winter blues
And I believe my blues are less unusual
It’s the dry air that hurts on the skin
Which makes me hope that it’s normal to hurt within
And when the sun comes out
Flowers bloom, people laugh
I feel more alone
@academia-lucifer
Hubble Spots the Spider Galaxy by NASA Hubble Space Telescope
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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