I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
Well i gotta say, at the moment she be living in my poetry, in my late night thoughts, in the raindrops, in the sunshine, in the grey clouds of winter, in every thunder, in every lightning, in different faces, different people, in different heartbeats, in a different timeline, in a different universe, in a different dimension, in a different hell. She lives, but she has no human form yet. And it'll be like this, for a while, and a while more, till god decides it's time to put her on my path..