I Mourn For All The Poems That Died In My Head When I Was Alone.

I mourn for all the poems that died in my head when I was alone.

I apologise for not being lonely enough to give them life.

I am sorry you misunderstood my need for reassurance for romance!

Comfort. The power this word holds. The very easiest way in which someone can get access to your well guarded mind and self. Comfort. The one greed disguised as need that humans couldn't resist.

The power 'comfort' holds and how underrated it plays our lives.

Is it possible to miss plants?

I had a desk pothos at work, named him. Watered him and everything. Squirrel which entered our office through ducts kindah killed him. Ate the roots off. I am not delulu but I do miss him a little. Now my desk looks empty.

Moth

I want to be a butterfly, but I’ve always been a moth. Attracted to shiny things that hurt me. Not a graceful existence but a frantic terrified one. A pest not a thing of beauty, a hex not a blessing. There’s beauty in moths but not a lot of people want to take the time to see it. They are beautiful but they are imperfect and hard to love. Lovable but unloved creatures.

The first time in a veryyyyy long time when you actually believe yourself saying 'Im fine' is magic. ✨