Seasons that dwindle on, leaving behind fragments of who I used to be. Heartbreaks at home and tea rituals forgone. To understand acceptance. To travel back into your own soul and stare at yourself- to the mess you’ve made and how bravely you continue to wear it on your sleeve. Hearts on display in the biting breeze of a December that awaits. In my mind, I go forth. Streets of Shibuya glistening in the wake of a soft spell of rain. The 1975 plays from across the room while the smell of some old perfume wafts in, a nostalgic overdose. I am learning, I am becoming. Not quite sure what though. Somedays, bitterness crawls through and settles in the dusty old corners of my heart. Despite it all, I reek of love, I bleed affection. To consume it in small doses, like a rat nibbling on leftover bread. Sanity must be honored. Thankfully, I lost mine years ago. Maybe that’s what allows me to go through seven stages of grief and come out of it both unscathed and destroyed. Dualities and paradoxes. Maybe this is what life amounts to- battles and victories. With your own self. As I continue to travel further into my subconscious and live with my reflections as my alter ego, I wage wars and there’s blood. I don’t really know what to call it, so I call it love.
Vee
Hi there! Such a warm, breezy day it is outside as I am slowly gliding my hands from word to word to create a symphony among the randomly-arranged alphabets swept across the keyboard. okay no. This is who I am. Details,basically. Details overwhelm me. Gleaming motifs suffused with color. Dark shadows in narrow alleys. Subtle sunlight through the canopies. Air redolent with mist. I love anything and everything capable of enticing me into a deep thought process. Soft drizzles. Pine woods. Streaks of freshly mown grass. I love music and literature and books and photography and travel. Yes. perception and perspective. love and laughs. rocks and rivers. And this is what I intend to do. Write for my love for writing. The sheer pleasure. Let it be eccentric, unconventional, beautiful, what have you. This is me. Welcome to the world of a whimsical and wandering soul. P.S.- don't forget to gaze through the window panes. x]
October 13, 2020 at 9:58 am
After almost a year! 🎉
Beautifully written. It was worth the wait! You really know how to reach a heart with your words. Keep it coming vi. ❤️
xx
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October 13, 2020 at 11:33 am
Thanks jer, your feedback always makes me smile and I treasure it so much ugh x
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October 27, 2020 at 9:58 am
This is beautiful and I relate in a way words could never explain.
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October 28, 2020 at 2:29 pm
I’m beaming, thank you for such kind words lovely
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