The Soul does not have an agenda when it observes
There is a thought without a thinker.
There is a voice without a speaker.
There is a tone without a sound.
Nothing lasts forever, treasure the time you have
Just because there’s room for improvement doesn’t mean you can’t also admire how far you have come.
Some things shouldn’t be written, they should be spoken.
Love isn’t just found in the other. It’s found in the text, the brushstroke, the radiance of nature itself.
I can’t understand everything. No amount of thinking can solve some quandaries.
It feels so different to not perform, to not be perceived.
Assume everyone has something interesting to say.
I crave mutualistic, emotional intimacy with someone that doesn’t feel pressured to fit into societal expectations of romance or sexuality.
There’s a part of me that really wants to live, not just take up space.
The dew drops are the tears of a melancholic earth.
So you found that door, closed and forgotten. Just imagine how many more exist out there, waiting to be discovered.
Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be able to maintain friendships. Not to be dramatic. I just long for a deeper connection and I don’t want to lose hope I can get it one day.
Feeling emotions without extremes can be hard.
Love can be a drug. Something to chase, crave, and cling too. Love can be holistic. Something to hold, cherish, and let go.
I really want to think more emotionally. Sometimes I get so wrapped up in history and data and theory and philosophy that I want to regain a renewed sense of true humanity. I want to think without words.