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Lol the first summoned my cat, who promptly lost interest when hearing the second

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🥀🖤 : Lately life has been a whispering haze. I just kept stumbling, while no thought can agree to scream or erase all the effort I've made in a day.

Then suddenly a chuckle I hear, that triggers a memory of a man so dear. No, it not possible. Don't hope, it burns with fear. There's not a single chance I find him here.

I stutter in place and I wipe my eyes, was there a chance I'd been hypnotized? But through the tears (when did they get here?) I feel the rays of light break through.

I'd blindly hoped our paths would cross once more knowing with my pride there was no going back. I knew the odds, knew the risk of treading near the beast of my loneliness without him to bask near.

But on and on I continue to trudge, and with each step I'm rewarded with a clenching gasping moment of YES , this IS him, he IS here.And I know myself to be a fool. Yet a gleeful fool crushed between the cresting waves of emotions because I'm back on a journey with you.

Then the waves make some calm and I'm at dawn, stunned by the view. The fog still yet lurks but I will not curse, because I've been on this path before. Callouses building and burdens in my bones singing a song of gratitude. Because one lesson I've learned, and one he's sure earned, is appreciation of a gift brought back to you.

In the calm and with the final stretch of dawn, light comes streaming through. Now I hear a deafening shriek, from the internal beasts that clawed with my sleep now they return to forms that I knew. Pushed back with a handsome smirk, hell he might even flirt. Maybe whistle a little tune , no powers needed for you. Once an angel I thought you once said.

In my beastless view l can at least see you , standing ahead on the path. And in the wake of the storm I'm now airborne and fluttering on my way to you.

May these memories crystalize into wings with which I coast , cutting though the fog. Be it as a moth or butterfly or a fawn on the path. I fear less now.

This day is good, I now decide.

The fog now comforting under my wings down the path, with nary a gloomy tune in the almost afternoon.

Not one memory I would ever take back. 🥀🖤

Soooo.... not sure if this word vomit qualifies as a poem but I have been drowning in emotions and I've no storage for digital art or materials for physical. So now I'm hoping this isn't terrible and cringe but kind tips are always appreciated. X account has same name but @ is Bae_Of_The_Book because I will never pass on that joke , ever

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Out of context gifs from old children’s tv shows really are the best. 

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i need a two hour long hug

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Proud to have this as my first reblog

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