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Dearest ********************,
THE BIBLE WARNS US
AGAINST
HELPING CERTAIN PEOPLE
SOME OF THESE PEOPLE
ARE TAKERS
GOD WAS TRYNA TO SPARE YOU
BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOUR HEART
LOVE, ********************
Bumblebee and Ladybug—
were chillin’ out at home,
nestled on a tulip leaf,
right beside a great big gnome.
Somewhere
in the distance,
there was
a curious sound.
So they both got up
to have a look around.
With a swoosh and a woosh,
the winds blew strong.
Bumblebee wondered,
“Is something wrong?”
The sky grew dark.
The garden went still.
Then the Great Grey Stork
landed with skill.
Carrying a bundle
snug to his chest,
he looked at two parents
about to give up rest.
With a tip of his beak
and a wish wished well,
the Great Grey Stork
had no time to dwell.
With a flip and a flap,
the Stork took flight,
leaving a tiny woven basket
in plain sight.
Bumblebee and Ladybug
began buzzing with glee,
excited to meet
their brand new
tiny little baby.
They tiptoed near
to say hello,
both of their faces
all aglow.
They leaned in close—
and what did they see?
Why, it’s the reason
that two became three.
They see the horizon as a boundary.
Its an invitation.
While others searched for crumbs,
She noticed, studied and loved wind,
tested umbrellas
and wondered what waited beyond ordinary.
Falling became practice.
Solitude became freedom.
The sky became possibility and photo ops.
She never intended approval.
Sigh...once again
leaving familiar behind
trusting that tiny little path
and discovering on it
that limits exist only until someone dares beyond them.
✌️
I wish i didnt pay so close attention or notice.
I physically hurt and sit in grief as a witness.
They lie.
And a lie rarely travels alone.
It brings a stab to the heart then invites silence to sit between what was said and what was true.
Trust notices.
Trust always notices.
You were ok with that debt.
Bummer.
Eventually, the biting joke becomes real.
No more explaining.
No more, faith.
Questioning becomes unnecessary.
Silence stops asking for answers and becomes one instead.
That was enough.
Not every betrayal deserves another conversation, another chance, or another ounce of attention.
Some things simply teach us where not to place our energy.
So let the lie keep its story.
Sorry but meh..🤷♀️
Never had a doubt so true,
One of the kindest people I ever knew.
Though she’s across oceans far away,
She’s a friend to many along the way.
A golden spirit and shining hope,
A person many could aspire to be,
Happy cake day u/doubtresponsible9208. 🍰
Just song lyrics...Ultra - KMFDM from today's playlist.
Smiles find a way to surface for all the obvious reasons—
happiness,
habit,
the slow fading of nerves
when biting one’s tongue.
Sometimes,
embarrassment or fear,
or simply
to hide what your face might otherwise say.
Then there is this other kind.
The one that comes without a curve of the lips,
no chuckle,
no rosy cheeks.
It hides completely.
A single ping.
A sudden melody.
A word caught in the air.
One small reminder of them,
and the face reacts
without moving a muscle.
Just a joyous explosion—
a sudden warmth
beneath the skin,
settling like sunbeams
behind the eyelids.
And for a split second,
you are love.
Not in love.
Not loved.
Love.
It happens all the time.
It requires no audience.
No explanation.
No proof left behind on the surface.
Just the quiet realization
that some people stay
close enough
that just the thought of them
can make you smile on the inside
People often look for love—
like it’s something
that can be found.
Love comes in many
different languages.
The trick is
finding that person
who understands yours.
And it’s amazing
how seemingly lousy
so many of us are
at finding that.
The real kicker…
Love shows up
the way it wants to.
Sometimes,
it’s loud and proud.
It’s robust,
filled with grandeur.
It’s fun and exciting,
complete with intense moments,
fireworks
and high voltage.
But—
once every so often,
if you’re lucky…
love arrives quietly.
It slowly fills
the cracks and crevices
you didn’t know you had.
It changes the way you think.
The way you act.
How you speak.
Who you are.
And somehow,
all of this happens
without you realizing it.
Until one day
you notice—
all the best qualities
of the person
love picked for you
have become
part of you, too.
And that’s the thing
about quiet love…
It does not ask.
Least of all
permission.
It doesn’t care
about your life,
your job
or what your friends think.
Quiet love
just keeps filling
those cracks and crevices
until two people
are left standing
on a foundation of love—
with a whole bunch of shit
to figure out.
Bonds are formed
long before
they are ever needed.
Quiet love closes distance—
until letting go
becomes harder
than holding on.
There’s a saying
I’ve always liked:
“Not all who wander are lost.”
Sometimes
I wonder if
wandering into love
is why
so many people
look
lost.
I held hands with Sadness.
I walked arm in arm with Loss,
and Sorrow and I hugged multiple times a day for years.
I've sat side by side with Shame
Had long talks with Resentment
Consoled Longings relentless comparisons.
While each is still a dear friend,
they no longer need every breath.
Instead, I've welcomed Wonder,
kissed Laughter,
lingered, eyes locked, with Love,
and absolutely adore Joy.
I know the others will visit again.
I will make them tea.
I will sit with them when they do.
But these days,
when I share,
I want to tell you about the light,
What's soft,
the gratitude,
the nonsense and the magic.
I've lived, spoken and acted enough from what hurts.
Now...
Joy deserves attention.
She had kept his words
close to her heart,
treasured,
believed.
She knew better now.
Lifting her arm,
she opened her palm,
and watched them fade away
Dearest ********************,
NEVER CHANGE
TO BE ACCEPTED BY OTHERS
FCCCK EVERYBODY
STAY WEIRD
THEY CAN CALL ME WHATEVER
LOVE, ********************
remember the days when you used to recommend swamps to hide bodies in.😆
Naughty nostalgia cos I needed to know, now I know I know and still not satisfied cos you would probably smile if you saw what I was thinking. I just had to share it with you on WhatsApp but you blocked me . Fair enough, I did lose my mind. Sorry for you having to get those other messages from me. If you'd like a good laugh you should let me tell you sometime... when my mouth is not full.🙊
While I sip on my coffee
Blindly staring at the horizon
With a heart that has become idle
Wondering if I’ll ever break this cycle
Of every damn Saturday
Roughly at two p.m.
Reminiscing that we may
Never call each other again
Of every friggin’ night
More or less at the same time
Waiting for your sign
Saying that you just woke up
Of every doomed classic song
That I know you’d vibe along
Almost sharing you this tune
Realizing I can’t send it to you
Of every bedtime routine
Listening to how sweetly you sing
Wondering if I’ll ever handle
Ending our fucking entanglement
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Three acorns entered my pocket 1, 2, 3
none were invited.
All grew googly eyes
and immediately became management.
The second declared himself an oracle,
predicting rain, and toast.
The third said nothing.
Naturally,
he concerned me most.
By lunchtime they'd formed a council,
taxed the pocket lint,
banished a peppermint wrapper,
and opened diplomatic relationships.
(with my left sock, who had no pair by the way)
I demanded explanations.
Googly Eyes blinked.
The oracle whispered,
"The oak remembers."
The quiet one rolled over.
Honestly,
What about those pinecones?
To be continued...
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