The Sleepiest Of Sleepyheads

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Why can't I be a professional blorbo thinker

hi! how are you? ı hope you are having a nice day. do you have a favorite poet? can ı request a poem, if any?

:')

hiii

my favorite poet atm is Richard Siken. It changes a lot, but I adore poetry with strong specific imagery but that doesn't outwardly say anything, you know? I don't want them to tell me they love the person who left them. I want them to describe their overcoat's smell and the sheer hopelessness of life and a stranger's hands, or maybe something fantastical and absurd, and through that I want them to convey their message. Here's your poem, I hope you enjoy it :)

Eucharist

I am opening myself up

again, slowly,

prying my fingers into the dust-lined cracks

at the great cathedral doors of my

being, feeling splinters and soft

old wood meet my fingers like a warning:

you do things this way,

you might get hurt.

The warning never changes

but the outcome sometimes does and so

I dig my nails

in, feel ancient dirt gather

beneath them, and I pull. Wood creaking

like bones shifting, like mountains breathing,

and the light begins to spill in again,

and fear evaporates

the way mist does when the sun

brushes the hills in the morning,

and we are inside once more-

the stained glass still glitters,

the sound still

chatters off of every great stone palisade,

ringing,

a choir of one voice, just mine, crying out:

If I do it, it will be with love.

If I do it, it will be for love.

I’m not canonically autistic but it’s strongly implied

not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.

Day 2 Self-Love Journal Prompt

2. Your best accomplishment-

I think my biggest accomplishment in my own eyes right now is the effort I’m putting into bettering myself. My goal for the last year has been to do things that scare me instead of avoiding them. I’ve started dressing in a way that express the way I feel now, I’m more creative with my makeup, I feel more confident in myself than I ever have right now. I started counselling last week, and I’m (slowly) starting to utilize my college’s gym to keep myself healthy. I want to do better for myself, and I’m proud of all the effort I’ve put in so far.

grabbing myself by the scruff of the neck and forcing myself to at least skim read a longform post or piece of text that i just scrolled past despite thinking it sounded interesting because it's "too long" i will NOT contribute to my own attention deficiency and limit my general knowledge and critical thinking skills by needing information spoonfed to me in bitesize pieces to be able to digest it i will NOT

you should be nice to people who just annoy you because everyone is annoying to someone, and having people be mean to you sucks. why are there adults who don't understand this