rage filled hound

i am writing a melodramatic poem that would scare you instead of crying in the shower // alm

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I know good things exist but just in case can you remind me again // alm // for @actuallymewhassuppeeps

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And I'm laughing.

Because crying isnt so different but I'm tired of it.

Dear diary, I will not take the blame for the weakness of the branch. I understand I am the one who broke it. But I will not be responsible for how thin it grew.

Dear diary, I woke up and I made a hot cup of Chai and I looked out the window, and I didn't cry. And the squirrels fell from the tree, and they laughed I'm sure.

Dear diary, I laughed all day with them and I meant it.

We are responsible for the things we tame, the things we break, but I am not to blame for the fragility.

I just need to learn to hold things better.

Or maybe just not at all,

it’s a crisp spring morning, the sky is clear, but not too bright yet. you arise out of your den, crunching the damp leaves below you. you walk about for a while, until you find a clearing. curious, you decide to check it out.

you prance over the hill, a large river stares back at you. it is still.

you go to lay down next to the cool water. peering up, you see birds flying. they are calm. soaring from tree to tree, singing their song.

you look down into the water. a somber sunfish is settled in the sun-basked water. it is quiet.

all is still.

all is calm.

all is quiet.