Poem written last night:

Ghost:

Ghost like touch at the bare tips of my fingers on your lips, strumming oh so lightly, come to me gently, come gently in the sunrise, the light hasn't hit the the floor, and the door to the rest adjourned, I adorn and adorn, my love to the wall of your heart, I give and give it to you, like spinning yearns of gold, so I've known our love and affection is unlike other that come before, may my spirit always be with you

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I'm not in touch with anyone I grew up with, all my friends I kept and made after covid... I use to live a life of solitude and still sort of do. I'm so familiar with pain and loss, conversations with my friends keep me going… can you relate to any of that? I don't mind being 30 now (just turned a few days ago). I've been lonely all my life and just want to be seen and appreciated for who I am. I have 2 mental illnesses that makes all I do 10 times harder. I've attempted to cut my wrists and my back unsuccessfully. I don't mind being older, I just have nothing to show for it, just mental scars. And I think it doesn't matter if I'm beautiful, what matters is my soul and beating heart. All this love, all this compassion, all this care wanting to give and spread. I'm flawed, made several mistakes despite my good intentions. And I just want to say to you if you're going through a hard time or have gone through one, even flowers pop through concrete. Fairytales aren't silly, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be rescued or the hero of your own story. Slay the dragon, vanquish evil, share a true love kiss (less you're on the ace spectrum nvm). In our beaten down bodies, sore from the battle of the day, in our weaken bodies, we prevail, we prevail anyway. The strength lies in your beating heart. Keep breathing.