No green no red, a form of sunshine to me!(Her)
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No green no red, a form of sunshine to me!(Her)

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Life π¨οΈ
While misery loves company..
Peace craves solitude.
Miyazaki world
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Oh, well

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I was born to be a street lamp, but someone had a different idea. That's how I ended up as a star. I shine too long and burn too hot. But yesterday, I saw a lonely planet orbiting me, bathing in my light. It clings to me for life, even as I scorch its skies. I have heard street lamps do not bear this weight.
A House of My Own
Not a flat. Not an apartment in back. Not a man's house. Not a daddy's. A house all my own. With my porch and my pillow, my pretty purple petunias. My books and my stories. My two shoes waiting beside the bed. Nobody to shake a stick at. Nobody's garbage to pick up after.
Only a house quiet as snow, a space for myself to ge clean as paper before the poem.
The 3 hour disappear
Once a week, completely vanish for 3 hours. No phone. No wifi. No people. Go sit somewhere alone. Walk. Think. Exist without performing for anyone. Most people have never spent 3 hours truly alone. This is where you start to hear yourself again.
I exist, in thousands of agonies, I exist!
The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived life. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities.
βThe artist who never makes art becomes cynical about those who do. The lover who never risks loving mocks romance. The thinker who never commits to a philosophy sneers at belief itself.
βAnd yet, all of them suffer, because deep down they know: the life they mock is the life they were meant to live.

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Missing your canopy
Day 1. Felt Alone But I can do it feeling.