You showed me forests,
and didn’t flinch when I stopped
to admire a tree like it had something to say.
You didn’t mock the way I paused—
studying branches like ancient friends.
You let me wander
with soil on my fingers
and wonder on my face,
and you never asked me to be less.

There is something so frightening
about being seen—
but you did it
without making it feel like exposure.
You let me be wonderstruck,
let me be loud,
let me vanish into quiet.
You never tried to fix it.
You just made room.

You made me feel like I wasn’t wrong
for being soft
in a world that teaches sharpness.
You made me laugh like the world wasn’t ending.

You made space for my awe—
for the little girl in me
who never learned to stop wondering.
And around you,
my heart laughed like her again—
loud, joyful, barefoot,
free.

It felt like being allowed to exist
without needing to be interesting.
And I didn’t know how much I needed that
until you gave it.

We shared coffee in the aftermath—
those mornings,
warm sheets,
skin still humming.
You made us coffee.
I stayed in bed,
watching the light move across your back
like it knew you.

We didn’t rush to make sense of the day.
We let it bloom slowly—
our bodies folded into each other
like pages in a book
no one else would ever read.

Later,
I found seashells on a walk
and kept them
like proof
that something small and beautiful
can survive pressure and time.

In the evenings,
we filled our mouths with good wine and good food,
laughed like people
who had known each other
long before this lifetime.
You let me be bright.
You let me take up space.
And I did—
unhidden,
a little too much,
exactly enough.

I didn’t apologize for my joy.
You didn’t ask me to.
You only filled my glass
and kissed the corner of my smile.
You smiled like my brightness
wasn’t something to fear.

My heart laughed in those moments,
like a child who no longer had to prove her joy.
You didn’t just see me—
you recognized me.
Around you,
my joy felt safe.

We danced like idiots in the kitchen,
sang badly in the car
like the songs were written for us,
moved like no one was watching—
because somehow,
that’s how you made the world feel:
empty of judgment,
full of room.

And now,
when the days stretch too far without you,
my heart panics.
It wants to knock on your door,
not for answers—
just for nearness.

Your soul feels familiar.
Your touch—
not new,
just remembered.

Even the hard parts
feel like something worth returning to.
Not because it’s easy—
but because it’s real.

And when I think it’s too far,
too hard,
too uncertain—
I remember your voice,
and how your touch felt like déjà vu.

Whatever this is—
it isn’t fragile.
It isn’t imagined.
And I won’t cheapen it with a name.
I won’t insult it with a label.

But if you asked,
I’d meet you in the forest again.
And again.
And again.

Life is beauty, and life is pain,
a dance of loss, a song of gain.
It shimmers gold, then fades to gray,
a fleeting dawn, a waning day.

It lifts us high with whispered bliss,
soft lips that touch, a lover's kiss.
Yet breaks us, bends us, tests our will,
a mountain steep, a climb uphill.

It thrills, it aches, it sparks, it wanes,
it hums in blood, it roars in veins.
It is laughter, it is weeping,
a waking dream, a midnight creeping.

It is the light that warms the skin,
the fear of losing all within.
It is the hand that pulls you near,
the shadowed doubts, the strangling fear.

It is the mundane, the slow, the still,
the silent hours, the quiet will.
It is the rush, the reckless run,
the roaring fire, the setting sun.

Yet if we never knew the fall,
would heights be precious things at all?
If never lost in tempest deep,
would peace be something worth to keep?

The jagged path, the winding lane,
the burning loss, the hard-won gain,
they carve the heart, they shape the soul,
they make the fractured spirit whole.

So let us rise, though winds may chide,
embrace the waves, the turning tide.
For life's not meant to be a line,
its peaks and valleys make it shine.

Mud cakes, sand castles, dress ups and... Make-believe;
Child-like curiosity, awe, wonder and...
Other-world conceive.
Silence, in a busy grownups world gives opportunity for playfulness you can retrieve,
Embrace these moments, seek them out, faith like a mustard seed, oak trees sprout.

Laugh loudly, walk proudly,                                                         ­                           
                                                                                                              
     dance around till you fall down,                                                            ­          
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smile until it hurts your face,                                                            ­                                      
                          ­                                                                 ­                                   move your body, don't stay in one place,                                                           ­                       
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sing even if you know you're bad,                                                             ­   
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tell dumb jokes & be stupid glad,                                                      
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drink wine, get buzzed,                                                          ­                              
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give a total stranger a hug,                                                             ­                                   
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      wear something you never would                                                            ­              
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act a fool, you know you should,                                                          ­      
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this is my recipe for fun,                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                    
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go ahead & get yourself some

I just wish for all people to be spontaneous and to do sth they love. Find sth they enjoy and experience true joy doing that. Interacting with others, expressing themselves as they are.

I live and love as if reborn—
a soul unclenched, no longer torn.
The skies toast me with silver cheers,
a prayer answered through the years.

They come—those laughs, those quiet grins,
in giggles, bursts, and subtle spins.
Joy spills from me, a song unplanned,
like heaven kissed my throat by hand.

Love lives in me, unmasked, awake,
no echo now, no smile that’s fake.
This flight—unreal, yet somehow true—
feels like the stars are shining through.

So bless me once, then bless me more—
this heart has found an open door.
Alive at last, and every time,
my pulse recites a warmer rhyme.

And now—farewell to cries and drains,
the ghosts of sleepless, silent pains.
I’ve stitched my wounds with threads of grace,
and kissed the shadows from my face.

A fresh start waits with arms spread wide—
a softer path, a gentler tide.
Let love come near, with light that stays,
in hugs and hopes and golden days.

Watch me drift, a flame unchained,
laughing where the stars have rained.
The sky broke open just for me—
yes, life still burns—
but now, I burn to be.

Every time I said I wanted to die
it wasn't the truth, I wanted to live.
Because I love life, I love people,
I love making people smile,
I love being the reason somebody laughs
or feels loved.

See, I didn't wanna die
but a part of me was dying
because of all the abuse.
I wanted to be free
of all the hurt, free of the reality,
the person I love more than anything.
Never existed,
just an unfortunate ghost.

I didn't wanna die
but a part of me did.

Fighting those demons,
the ones that whispered in my ear,
the ones that tore at my soul,
I held on tight to hope,
to the belief that one day
the pain would go away.

But it didn't.

And so, I wore a mask,
a smile that hid the tears,
laughter that drowned out the screams.
I became the master of pretending,
the expert at deception.

Yet, beneath it all,
beneath the laughter and smiles,
the truth remained,
a silent scream that echoed
through the depths of my being.

I didn't wanna die
but a part of me did.

And now, as I pen these words,
I'm not searching for sympathy,
or a knight in shining armor.
I simply want to be heard,
to let my pain have a voice,
to acknowledge that it existed.

Because within that pain,
that darkness that threatened to consume,
a flicker of hope remained.
A tiny flame that whispered,
"Keep fighting, keep living,
for there is love and joy yet to be found."

So, I won't give in to the darkness,
to the lies that whisper in the night.
I'll fight with every breath,
with every beat of my heart,
to reclaim my life, my happiness,
my freedom from the shadows that haunt.

See, every time I said I wanted to die
it wasn't the truth, I wanted to live.