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⋆˚꩜｡🎠 shoving yourself from the things you used to love, all because at some point of your life-you have been insecure about it, now, each year you forget details about your true inner self, you start to miss a core memory piece, buried beneath shame, but one box in your old basement childhood home, snapping you back to moments of isolate joy, the type of fun that is so special, so rewarding, so passionate, a treasure that you didn’t know you’ve been chasing after this wholetime, so you go back to, not to journal other people lives; but yours.

⋆˚꩜｡⛵️ your entire existence you believed that the path your generation walked upon is the only righteous goal, with you being ‘perfect’ for this path so you didn’t crossed think it ever, years and years, you have been doing everything right, not a single mistake, at some point you start to believe your body is trapped in a loop, that maybe, just maybe, if you rebel against your family-line of order, it would show you a different path, not theirs, one that is waiting for you, a new kind of journey, unexpected one, with you failing, with you learning, with you loving, for you to discover parts of yourself, pieces that little child in you didn’t knew it ever existed.

⋆˚꩜｡🍬 always been the easy kid, throughout teenage years, until your sweet adulthood era, you never complain, you embrace, you accept, even at any obstacles, it’s an achievement, but these dreamy ends start to consumes you, in a way, it doesn’t counsels you, but to push you into the abyss, you don’t want that anymore, you don’t want to feel empty, ao you chose to force yourself to make that image in an eternal rainbows, but deep inside, you only see black & white, your efforts seems like nothing, sculptured to be unworthy, yet without realizing it, you refuse to see reality, you’re colorblind, to even witness your own art.

💥⋆˚꩜｡🐺 memories holds great impact core in each human soul, especially when it’s with a person you’ve had sticking by your side from the beginning of, your best, and the worse lifetimes, for somebody to show you all of their ugly parts and still chooses to be with you, for somebody that even in those unspoken bitter departures, you still connects, like two troubled wild packs reuniting, with old memories to reminisce, now, remains new memories to flourish, with somebody whose, not only you could call them your best friend, but your person.