To The Anonymous User Spamming My Inbox

To the anonymous user spamming my inbox

I'm confused and worried for you. I think you either have the wrong person or are trolling. Either way i truly wish you the best. 🌸 If you ever wanted to talk im here, but i dont think doing so in the way you are is the best way. I don't know who you are, but I hope you take some time to give yourself some self care and love.

Why do you have that tag “words words words” if they are meaningless why to you then why do continue to share them.

Sometimes they feel meaningless(against the grand scheme of life and death). Sometimes they dont. I share them regardless because I have hope, that either someone will see behind the words or I will learn to make them a reality.

I use the tag words words words, because that is what they are without any human interpretation. It doesn't mean I have no underlining metaphor to what I write, just that I can see the madness in creating.

🌼🌸🌼🌸🌼

Last line tag

Thank you for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks <3

Last line from a short series of prose/stories I'm working on in my drafts.

Consumption p2

If she could catapult her disbelief into the nether, perhaps it would come back one day as belief: something light in the face of forever.

Open tag to all writers, no pressure to join if tagged <3

Tagging @poppiesandpromises @paysomeonetopaysomeone @waitingforthesunrise @alex-a-roman

September goals

-Break the cycle of my demons

-Visit a therapist

-Stop reverting to old damaging default settings.

-Buy some furniture

I promise you it gets better.

A version of you somewhere in time and motion is smiling, eyes bright and heart full. Please wait to meet them, they have something to tell you.

When days are gray and mind in decay, close your eyes and picture another day. They exist I can assure you, new days with better beginnings and happy endings. All ahead of darkend times, the sunlight peeks golden in due time. Its going to be fine.

Depression is my sunshade

In the sunlight I wither and despair

Shadows under branches,

offer sweet refuge and care.

Flowers tilt up

towards the warmth and light

But I feel the glow is poison

Something in me isn't right.