every day i learn more about myself but at the same time i become less of myself. does that make any sense?
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16th February '21 --
currently in awe of the passage of time. that is all.
24th February '21 --
the colour brown. a single cloud. green screens. a street photographer that was late. recipes from the South. messages that cannot come fast enough. a drowsy haze. a teabag is set aside. the jacarandas bloom.
27th February '21 --
feeling big and small at the same time. the smell of blossoms in the night.
5th March '21 --
looking ahead to what looks like is going to be another restless night.
13th March '21 --
the smell of perfume – or wait, has the world always smelled this sweet?
28th March '21 --
i. emerging from a long night. observing the wind and the petals it carries. where will it take them? an opportunity appears. bones have grown heavy. need to relearn how to lift them. i will needy to find a babysitter for my peace lily. is the ocean in my future?
ii. three plumages stained crimson resting on the ground. two of them now know true silence.
6th April '21 --
a place by the sea i no longer remember, kept away from me with layers of glass and cloth. a tortoise with a phone number on its shell in the event it gets lost. a childhood home with the same strawberry bush by the doorway, and the same half-moon window except this time i'm staring at it from the wrong side.
7th April '21 --
nostalgia means painful homecoming and i think i finally am grasping that in its entirety. not because i'm reckoning with a return to what i once knew, but because i am returning to what was already long forgotten.
✼currently reading kafka on the shore by murakami✼
now have some fish: 𓆝 𓆞 𓆟𓆜 𓆞 𓆜 𓆞𓆟 𓆜