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A love letter to the collective.
Aug. 21st, 2023 11:57 pm Dear yellow.
Dear body that holds all of us, our stories, pain and hurt, but also our laughter, joy and wonder towards the world that spins fast, and madly on. may we find time to love, listen and learn to be kind to others as we heal, learning to work with each other instead of dividing ourselves through anger and control.
May we let go of the past, and move towards the future, which shines bright for us.
May we accept the things that we cannot change, and choose to understand and have courage to change what we can.
Yours truly, cosmic (ðŸ§CD system)
Dear Haüs, the abyss at sea and the following that surrounds it.
Dear ancestors that carry me and haunt me in the night, telling me stories of old gods, dusty dark corridors on a planet that resembles much of dune in days once past, things that are as old as time, and her sisters- death, pain, and light.
Dear Chicago bulls hat and purple and yellow Jordans, whose feet that fit in them are not of one but two people- both from the same planet, as ever confused as our dads, walking a different earth but carrying the same weight that he did in past lives.
Dear Taurus, who is an echo of me, fictive in form of story but yet so beloved. You are loved, even though you may not know it- the stars are in you and envelope your soul, you hear everything like a fly on the wall from frequency to forms. May your laughter shine through like how your eyes glow.
Blonde boy, fiery boy, how you carry yourself out to sea each morn, a spirit so anxious yet so loving and hopeful sitting on the docks of a worn down part of our lives that for some reason materialized, yet never existed before. There is a spark in your eyes that people think Is insanity. Don't let them put it out.
Dear home, eight point otherkin Star, the woods off the side of the town, beaches of sand that cover the side of the tower in our mind.
Dear confession dial, locking us all in yet reminding us that solitude can bring others closer together- may you treat haus and Alex kindly.
Dear body that holds all of us, our stories, pain and hurt, but also our laughter, joy and wonder towards the world that spins fast, and madly on. may we find time to love, listen and learn to be kind to others as we heal, learning to work with each other instead of dividing ourselves through anger and control.
May we let go of the past, and move towards the future, which shines bright for us.
May we accept the things that we cannot change, and choose to understand and have courage to change what we can.
Yours truly, cosmic (ðŸ§CD system)
