The Woman You Wanted Me To Be.

Some say hope is a good thing, others all heartedly warn us against it. Country men , isn’t that life? that what frees some enslaves others and completely dismantles them out of existence.

art by @kmcvisuals

Better leave me undescribed,

stare at me,

and like a flower,

pluck what you want

and leave me to bloom for others.

Isn’t this what the world has become?

This is the 11th day of 

waiting. 

seated in the same spot 

grindling my hands 

to type

and 

what gets out is 

ddddhhhhdhdjdhdhddhkjsdhjdsh. 

Whatever part of the 

brain that platitudinized me to write 

is dead now. 

It made me fall in love, 

and now—kaput—it's gone.

Uuuuh what a devoid day ! 

I am dissolving 

into a desolate form.

That distance might be a protective barrier, built up over time because things felt too overwhelming, too painful, or too complicated.

Maybe if they try noticing the little things—the way the air feels when they step outside or how the light looks through a window. These moments can help your friend reconnect with how they feel without needing to rush. It’s not about forcing yourself to 'fit in' or ‘be normal.’ It’s about acknowledging yourself and giving yourself permission to gradually re-enter the world at your own pace, without judgment.

hope this is okay

plus any time your friend needs a chat they can email me here, just a chat free, no subscription just two humans talking

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

Through the histories, it’s only Your mercy that the chief of this world fears.

So embrace me with it, Almighty, cover me up, for all around me, the things happening seem to tell me that I, for one, have no power to escape his grief, destruction, and trickery.

On Valentine's Eve.

You shouldn't forget

darling

the crucial reality

that you are,loving people.

There needs alter,

there priorities,

there formulas,

their determinations.

Like weather

they, at times

dont come as forecasted

and that lamentably

bears on there love

to you

and impacts there

anticipations too.

Compiling Mirthday feels like walking through a forest of thoughts, deciding which trees to let grow and which to prune. This book is my heart in prose and poetry—a map of solitude’s hidden trails. SOLITUDE AND LONELINESS, TIME AND CHANGE, INDETITY AND EXPECTATIONS, THE ABSURDITY OF LIFE, MENTAL HEALTH AND SOCIETY EXPECTATIONS all loom in atleast all the pieces i have so far collected .

feel free to be a part of this experience here and its free mate.

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Sometimes, my thoughts tangle me up, is this earth just a war between God and the gods, a battle for who claims the most souls in the end?

But then I tell myself, I’d rather be among those where Jesus is the Son, God is the Father, and the Holy Spirit walks beside me.

That is where I fight to belong.

We shall die but not this night.

This night is us on a bed in a rose garden looking at the stars laughing at the odds that had thought we couldn't meet and love and laugh and last.