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I know where I want to be and my heart does eager to remain there.
I belong to the sea. I belong to the greens, the grass, the sand, the water, the flora and the fauna. I aspire to have a life where everyday I can plunge myself into a large sea, teeming with different shades of existence, gifted with diversity. The ocean may feel cold at first, but soon you will match its tempo and the world would start to become warmer. I aspire to be able to freely step on the ground with my bare foot. To embrace nature by myself, anytime and every time.
Home’s everywhere but just like how I adore my own room, I will always seek for a particular spot of it.
I belong to the sea. I belong to the greens, the grass, the sand, the water, the flora and the fauna. I aspire to have a life where everyday I can plunge myself into a large sea, teeming with different shades of existence, gifted with diversity. The ocean may feel cold at first, but soon you will match its tempo and the world would start to become warmer. I aspire to be able to freely step on the ground with my bare foot. To embrace nature by myself, anytime and every time.
Home’s everywhere but just like how I adore my own room, I will always seek for a particular spot of it.
Feb 2, 2025
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🌄I have many Ideas. I ponder over them like an obsessive collector; organizing, re-organizing, packing them into words so the meaning is captured, transferable. Most of my transformative experiences are unexplainable - how does one capture the depth of a still, silent night? The whispering of leaves in warm summer breezes. Vague feelings of wholism while sitting in the grass, photosynthesizing like plant ancestors - a fish swims without direction. Many call it god but the church is alienating; the word massacred and butchered beyond the recognition of what it once meant.
One idea I have kept unmolested by the opinions of others, is that these holistic experiences in nature, with friends, live music shows, where the pulse of life beats strongly, are everything. An anchor point for a life well lived. It’s not enough to just be in nature, alchemizing the circumstance missing the key ingredient. A couple of friends and I went on a trip to where the ocean went on forever, unbroken horizon. We were down by the water, sunset and glistening, warmth of the sun and sand beneath my feet. But it was nothing more than looking. I did not have access to this other way of being - locked out, truthfully, by being eaten alive by the stress of exams and stewing in the feelings of being unlovable. It is somehow within you; the trees and ocean reflect it back to me. A quality of self brought out by sincerity and solitude. It’s everything, reflected in everything worthwhile.
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⭐there is something figuratively beautiful about the things we know and don’t know, the sublime and mundane
and when you visit the beach, do you ever think about if the animals who live in the embrace of the depths remember the beauty of the ocean?
where the salt envelops every single one of us,
accepting us as kin
letting her wind tousle our raw, visceral edges
and pepper them with her sea-foamed kisses
which tell me that it’s okay to pretend
and okay to tell the ocean all of myself
the ocean reaches out to me, hands cloaked in the sharp coolness of water and something else- something i don’t understand
as I poke around in a tide pool, like a vendor at a bustling market, observing the wares that the ocean has to offer
and i turn around and ask her, do the barnacles see themselves? do anemones understand their own beauty, fragile and ephemeral?
i don’t think they do.
but the ocean doesn’t have any words for me, instead shutting my mouth with a shhhh
as her sandy dress rustles down the shore, laced with white foam and gossamer trails of ripples
and wordlessly, tells me to look
and i do.
until the sun hurriedly retreats from the wispy radiance of the moon, enrobed in puffy clouds
and it's just the three of us.
the moon tugs at the ocean’s hand, dancing to their own secret rhythm,
letting me see them in their love.
personally, i think it’s beautiful \\ and i wish i had something like it
and the ocean laughs. nothing jeering or ridiculing, simply an acknowledgement that i understand.
everything around me falls,
like petals cast off from a chrysanthemum.
and then, we were wordless
like the ocean had never spoken in the first place.
i want to descend into the depths of the ocean one day, to be hugged once more and never again. not because i am tired of being alive, but frankly within me exists too much zeal to live. uncontrollable surges of wow i am alive in flesh, blood through my veins, and thoughts in my head become more addictive than any form of fentanyl, cocaine, heroin and better than any gateway into a better life or a better existence, transcending normality and the moment it’s just me in my head, without the viscous energy of being alive suddenly drains me like a leaking bucket, decrepit and dry. i want to burn like a torch, setting my world alight into embers, into flames, into an inferno. Sunrise:: being alight || with a halo of only thoughts and dreams || and the divinity of something new
i want to descend into the depths of the ocean one day, to be hugged once more and never again. not because i am tired of being alive, but frankly within me exists too much zeal to live. uncontrollable surges of wow i am alive in flesh, blood through my veins, and thoughts in my head become more addictive than any form of fentanyl, cocaine, heroin and better than any gateway into a better life or a better existence, transcending normality and the moment it’s just me in my head, without the viscous energy of being alive suddenly drains me like a leaking bucket, decrepit and dry. i want to burn like a torch, setting my world alight into embers, into flames, into an inferno. Sunrise:: being alight || with a halo of only thoughts and dreams || and the divinity of something new
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😃Speak to me, Over where we have all been, Transient stories awaken in me multitudes, immense fortitude, abiding by the riches of the plants, and leaves that fall to their death to renew the soil, entrenched and obscure. The beating heart of a lion, roaring and engulfing everything it sees, The vast beauty of home, Where we once shared meals and stories that kept us awake. Fever foaming at the mouth, phlemn poisoning our lungs with citrus taste, And evolving into air, That sets the mood, Forever as it may seem, Is a line in snow, shining, reflecting the source, buried beyond the pines. Bodies of insects after battle, Stirring the flask, Looking and exploring a new age, A mighty sword of coincidence.A single beam balancing the sprawl, lubricating and succulent, It is a pass. It is a soldier‘s wake. The collarbone rests on top of the sea, waiting to saw through the clouds.
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If happiness has no cost, what could explain the feeling after the end of it? When you realise there’s just so many people in this world and get to experience the different lifestyles, you learn to reflect on your community.
Whether life is a privilege or not, right now I want to believe that it is. I hope that life could be a memorable experience for everyone even through harshness because if we all had joy, would there be any hatred?
Please, give each individual the ability to search for their own abundance and satisfaction; for a more habitable world could be gifted.
Whether life is a privilege or not, right now I want to believe that it is. I hope that life could be a memorable experience for everyone even through harshness because if we all had joy, would there be any hatred?
Please, give each individual the ability to search for their own abundance and satisfaction; for a more habitable world could be gifted.
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🫂As a child, I have always loved the feeling of hair being gently detangled by someone that I trust. I like to think that there is so much more meaning to this action; the soft care that one has for another as they deliberately comb the other reaches as if the two shift to become more reliable for each other.
Simple actions of awareness can write so much inside someone’s mind, plainly just by little motions. The human mind is so complex but at the same time is so easily swayed by such easy stimuli.
If I had to fall asleep in a coma for an unknown period of time, I wish for my last consciousness to be spent as my lover caresses through my hair, expelling warmth and comfort. And for sure during the time of an endless void, their impact would be engraved in my brain, praying only for their well-being, ahead of mine.
Simple actions of awareness can write so much inside someone’s mind, plainly just by little motions. The human mind is so complex but at the same time is so easily swayed by such easy stimuli.
If I had to fall asleep in a coma for an unknown period of time, I wish for my last consciousness to be spent as my lover caresses through my hair, expelling warmth and comfort. And for sure during the time of an endless void, their impact would be engraved in my brain, praying only for their well-being, ahead of mine.
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