rambling 2/5/24

I had been mourning the loss of this friendship for a time already. Is that why the final blow barely even stung? In fact it is more freeing than anything else. No more pressure to try and keep up. No more attempts that make me feel I am not enough. Months of...

orange

I used to have a weight in my pocket that held me down. It connected me to the earth. I grew tired of always carrying it. I was bored of the charade that it embodied. I handed it off out of a vague idea of amusement. The distance between myself and the ground has...

why

Now that’s the question The only one that matters And the best part is I don’t know That freed me once but never...

embarrassment

I didn’t do a lot of what I wanted to this year. I didn’t write letters or work on my handwriting. I didn’t travel as much as or with whom I wanted. I didn’t keep the friends I thought mattered to me. I didn’t take any serious action or initiative of my own. As soon...

five of pentacles

I was brought back to my locked room again By sheer, unhappy randomness of fate. I gazed upon a canvas stained with pain. A portrait of a heart that could not wait. I delved into the palette, hues laid bare. A frozen moment where I feigned concern. Youth’s vigor...