hi, i write code, and i care [about you,] [about the world,] [about it all,] deeply. aug 18th, 2025 @ 04:00 - "a field of flowers" - i think if you were to cut and tear me open to look inside, you would find a field of flowers hidden from the world, the wind humming with the soft melodies i sing to myself to keep my heart from growing cold. in that field lay a girlish figure, a soft cry let out when you rest your head on her shoulder. there is lake is nearby, filled by the salty tears shed for her Love, and her Sorrow. at the bottom of this lake is a safe burrowed beneath the sand, it seals a book full of words i should have said, "I love you!", "I hate you.", "I'm sorry...". flying all around are the sweetest of birds, they are who i love and who i hold dear to me. impossibly tall trees can be seen in the distance, each grown from the seeds of every passion ive ever had, most seem rotted, but few still flourish. accompanying this landscape burns the brightest of suns, it is the light in my spirit that never goes out, it knows tomorrow is a chance to try again, it knows time heals all wounds, it cares for the land like a mother cares for her child. it is me, i am it.